 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
WHILE THE SILENT NIGHT.
While the silent night goes by,
And the winds have scarce a sigh,
And the hours seem not to move,
Do I think of thee, my love!
And the winds have scarce a sigh,
And the hours seem not to move,
Do I think of thee, my love!
And the moonlight's on the hill,
And the voice of man is still—
Lonely, in our walks, I rove,
And but think of thee, my love!
And the voice of man is still—
Lonely, in our walks, I rove,
And but think of thee, my love!
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Star and shade recall thee now;
Gleams thy pale white maiden brow;
Flash thy dark eyes through the grove,
With a gentle fear, my love!
Gleams thy pale white maiden brow;
Flash thy dark eyes through the grove,
With a gentle fear, my love!
Walks thy spirit now with mine,
In the calm and sweet moonshine?
Dost thou seek, in dreams, the grove
Where I dream of thee, my love?
In the calm and sweet moonshine?
Dost thou seek, in dreams, the grove
Where I dream of thee, my love?
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