Lux In Tenebris

When in the dusk two lovers meet
The stars still dim of rays
They kiss, but not a word repeat:
They kiss and go their ways.
When in the day two lovers greet
Fond words may flow, I wis,
But words tho with great joy replete,
Yet value not a kiss.
Oh, in the dusk, then, darling mine,
Ere yet the stars grow bright,
Let me look once into thine eyne,
And kiss once for delight.