作词 : George Gordon Byron
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard
It is the hour -- when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word
The seem sweet in every whisper'd word
And gentle winds and waters near
Make music to the lonely ear
Each flower the dews have lightly wet
The stars in the sky are met
And in the sky the stars are met
And on the wave is deeper blue
And on the leaf a browner hue
And in the Heaven that clear obscure
So softly dark and darkly pure
（That follows the decline of day）
（As twilight melts beneath the moon away）
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard
It is the hour -- when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word
The seem sweet in every whisper'd word
And gentle winds and waters near
Make music to the lonely ear
Each flower the dews have lightly wet
The stars in the sky are met
And in the sky the stars are met