Now stand aside us lovers one and all
As we the lost lamenters share our song
A common dirge for those who don’t belong
The sweet soft kisses veiled by parasol

Raise high our words to heavens we arouse
Make symphonies from not so simple sighs
Expound the mystic world in lover’s eyes
So not for aught our dreams of love espouse

The rambling of rabble oft draws ear
Too timid to turn thoughts into a pulse
To bare themselves would cause them to convulse
Such hold to reason why they are not here

Let us who weave of love together stay
Creators of the world where lovers play