Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, 
The shooting stars attend thee, 
And the elves also, 
Whose little eyes glow 
Like sparks of fire befriend thee. 

No will-o'th'-wisp mislight thee; 
No snake or slow-worm bite thee; 
But on, on thy way, 
Not making a stay, 
Since ghost there's none to affright thee. 

Let not the dark thee cumber; 
What through the moon does slumber; 
The stars of the night 
Will lend thee their light, 
Like tapers clear without number. 

Then, Julia, let me woo thee, 
Thus, thus to come unto me: 
And when I shall meet 
Thy silv'ry feet, 
My soul I'll pour into thee.