’TWAS morning when one found his way
Within the garden lands of love.
He lingered till he thought the day
Should surely unto night yield sway.
But morning’s sun still shone above
In skies unmarred by evening’s gray,
While on the air rang this refrain—
’Tis never night in love’s domain.
Love’s palace beauteous is, and tall,
And broad, and grand is his estate.
Gay courtiers throng each spacious hall
Where laughing echoes ceaseless fall
And mock the silent outcast, hate,
Who ever cowers by post and wall.
And scowls as rings the glad refrain—
’Tis never night in love’s domain.
And thence through groves with myrtle grown
He followed Venus’ dove-drawn car
By paths he ne’er before had known,
And yet, the morning had not flown,
And yet, fresh winds blew from afar
As came, in ne’er decreasing tone,
The song through which ran this refrain—
’Tis never night in love’s domain.
Ah, love of mine, how well we know
The glories of those garden lands
Through which Lethean waters flow!
Oft we have wandered to and fro
Down those bright halls, and seen the hands
Of tiny elves that beckoned so
They kept the time to this refrain—
’Tis never night in love’s domain.