Verse:
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.

An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,


Pre-Chorus:
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,


Chorus:
The rosemary nods upon the grave;

The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!


Verse:
This chamber changed for one more holy,

This bed for one more melancholy,

Pre-Chorus:

While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!


Chorus:
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;

Wrapping the fog about its breast,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!