Under the cover of the soothing Night,
I bared my heart with all its woe;
I bared my heart that she might know
The fears that poisoned each delight,
And why I suffered so.

Under the cover of the soothing Night,
I told my trouble like a child
In broken sentences and wild,
She was not moved—with eyes still bright
She looked at me and smiled.

Under the cover of the soothing Night,
My love and I in anger went,
And when my storm of words was spent
Her hand within my hand lay light—
And I was well content.