Poems; original and translated by Charles Rann Kennedy ... and Two Poems by the Rev. Rann Kennedy. New Edition. By Charles Rann Kennedy |
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A SERENADE. |
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A SERENADE.
O my fair one, O my dearest,
Here are none our steps to view;
Nothing but the wind thou hearest
Murmuring the night-air through.
Here are none our steps to view;
Nothing but the wind thou hearest
Murmuring the night-air through.
Tis the hour when stars are brightest;
(Moonbeams now the mountains kiss;)
When the lover's heart is lightest:
Oh, for him no time like this!
(Moonbeams now the mountains kiss;)
When the lover's heart is lightest:
Oh, for him no time like this!
With the morn come fresher breezes,
Mountains blaze with hotter fires;
But the lover's warmth it freezes,
Heart from heart dismay'd retires.
Mountains blaze with hotter fires;
But the lover's warmth it freezes,
Heart from heart dismay'd retires.
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With the dusk of eve returning
Tender thoughts begin to move;
Heart again for heart is yearning,
And the spirit wakes to love.
Tender thoughts begin to move;
Heart again for heart is yearning,
And the spirit wakes to love.
Eyes by day are prying near us
Into that which we conceal;
Jealous ears are quick to hear us,
If we speak of that we feel.
Into that which we conceal;
Jealous ears are quick to hear us,
If we speak of that we feel.
Eve, to screen the timid lover,
Softly round him weaves her veil;
Then can he his hopes discover,
Then the maiden hear his tale.
Softly round him weaves her veil;
Then can he his hopes discover,
Then the maiden hear his tale.
Happy moments, when before us
Nought there was but moon and sky,
They their influence shedding o'er us,
In thine ear I breath'd a sigh;
Nought there was but moon and sky,
They their influence shedding o'er us,
In thine ear I breath'd a sigh;
I did vow, and Laura listen'd,
Throbb'd with gentle pang my breast;
Laura's eye with kindness glisten'd,
I was loved and I was blest.
Throbb'd with gentle pang my breast;
Laura's eye with kindness glisten'd,
I was loved and I was blest.
O my fair one, O my dearest,
Here are none our steps to see;
With thy lover nought thou fearest,
Thou art all the world to me.
Here are none our steps to see;
With thy lover nought thou fearest,
Thou art all the world to me.
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