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A SERENADE.
Dear heart, I would that thou couldst know
How like the burning glow of Mars,
My love here keeps a watch below
Thy window and the midnight stars.
How like the burning glow of Mars,
My love here keeps a watch below
Thy window and the midnight stars.
How sweet the breath of night is now,
Of sweets the rose and jessamine keep;
Go, winds, with these and kiss her brow,
And bear my love to her in sleep.
Of sweets the rose and jessamine keep;
Go, winds, with these and kiss her brow,
And bear my love to her in sleep.
Oh! such a love, that loves her so,
With such a little space apart,
Should through yon open casement go,
And gently stir her dreaming heart.
With such a little space apart,
Should through yon open casement go,
And gently stir her dreaming heart.
Dear heart, sleep on without a fear,
If all unconsciously to thee,
My love must watch, to watch so near,
Makes even that a bliss to me.
If all unconsciously to thee,
My love must watch, to watch so near,
Makes even that a bliss to me.
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