One dark night, Fired with love's urgent longings – Ah, the sheer grace! – I went out unseen, My house being now all stilled. In darkness, and secure, By the secret ladder, disguised, – Ah, the sheer grace! – In darkness and concealment, My house being now all stilled. On that glad night, In secret, for no one saw me, Nor did I look at anything, With no other light or guide Than the one that burned in my heart.