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AWAKE! AWAKE! DEAR LADY!
Awake! awake! dear lady!
Nor lose these Eden hours,
For the moon grows bright in the balmy East,
With the breath of the incense flowers!
The breeze, like a spirit-bird, comes on,
O'er the crisp waves of the sea;
And a voice goes forth through the air that soon
Will swell into melody!
Nor lose these Eden hours,
For the moon grows bright in the balmy East,
With the breath of the incense flowers!
The breeze, like a spirit-bird, comes on,
O'er the crisp waves of the sea;
And a voice goes forth through the air that soon
Will swell into melody!
It is for thee, dear lady! 'tis for thee,
These murmurs rise and fall!
With me they plead; with me,
On love, and thee, they call!
Wake from the sleep that brings
No rapture on its wings!
Wake to delight that bears
Its tribute in its tears!
These murmurs rise and fall!
With me they plead; with me,
On love, and thee, they call!
Wake from the sleep that brings
No rapture on its wings!
Wake to delight that bears
Its tribute in its tears!
Awake! awake! dear lady!
And hark the passionate song
That taught by Love in his fondest mood,
'Neath thy lattice I now prolong!
Oh, let me not mourn a planet lost!
Nor longer, thus cold, delay to shine!
But, like a sweet star to the tempest tost,
Look down on this heart of mine!
And hark the passionate song
That taught by Love in his fondest mood,
'Neath thy lattice I now prolong!
Oh, let me not mourn a planet lost!
Nor longer, thus cold, delay to shine!
But, like a sweet star to the tempest tost,
Look down on this heart of mine!
It is for thee, dear lady! 'tis for thee,
These tribute flowers unfold!
Stars shine, skies smile, winds murmur, all with me!
They murmur—“Thou art cold!”
Thine is the crowning part
That beauty seeks from heart!
Thine the sweet boon to bless,
And soothe the soul's distress!
These tribute flowers unfold!
Stars shine, skies smile, winds murmur, all with me!
They murmur—“Thou art cold!”
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That beauty seeks from heart!
Thine the sweet boon to bless,
And soothe the soul's distress!
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