They drift down the hall together;

       He smiles in her lifted eyes;

Like waves of that mighty river,

       The strains of the "Danube" rise.

They float on its rhythmic measure

       Like leaves on a summer...


Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,

Your head like the golden-rod,

And we will go sailing away from here

To the beautiful Land of Nod.

Away from life's hurry and flurry and worry,

Away from earth's shadows...