Full Lyrics
Hark! the Curfew's solemn sound,
Silent darkness spread around.
Heavy on the lover's heart,
Who leaves with a sigh his tale half told;
The poring monk and his book must part,
And fearful miser locks his gold,
Now whilst labour sleeps, and charmed sorrow.
O'er the dewy green, by the glowworm's light,
Unheard, unseen, dance the elves of night.
Yet where their midnight pranks have been,
The circled turf will betray tomorrow.
