Samuel Webbe - O Night - текст песни (слова)

O Night, more pleasing than the brightest day,
 When fancy gives what absence takes away,
 And drest in all its visionary charms,
 Restores my fair deserter to my arms;
 
 But when with day the sweet delusions fly,
 And all things wake to life and joy; but I,
 As if once more forsaken, I complain,
 And close my eyes to dream of you again.