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AT NIGHT.
Come to where the waters play
Underneath the moon,
See the honeysuckle spray
Beckons softly, answer “yea,”
You will be obedient, eh,
You will join me soon?
Underneath the moon,
See the honeysuckle spray
Beckons softly, answer “yea,”
You will be obedient, eh,
You will join me soon?
Come to where the sands are light
And the breezes cool,
O, my sweet one, shining white
At the window, we will write
Names upon the beach to-night,
We will play at “school!”
And the breezes cool,
O, my sweet one, shining white
At the window, we will write
Names upon the beach to-night,
We will play at “school!”
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Come to where I wait for you,
Where I wait and sing,
Breathe upon me as the dew
Gently fans the grasses through,
Strength exhausted to renew,
Health of heaven to bring.
Where I wait and sing,
Breathe upon me as the dew
Gently fans the grasses through,
Strength exhausted to renew,
Health of heaven to bring.
I had, when I wrote this, the exquisite love-scene in poor Robertson's drama of “School” in my mind.
ANSWER.
No, Sir, you were cross to-day,
Ah, I saw you frown,
'Tis too cold to-night to play,
Listen honeysuckle spray,
Hear my answer, take my “Nay,”
Winding woodwork down.
Ah, I saw you frown,
'Tis too cold to-night to play,
Listen honeysuckle spray,
Hear my answer, take my “Nay,”
Winding woodwork down.
I am cross to-night as well—
Sir, what did you mean
Praising so that faded belle,
Really I can hardly tell—
Here a pouting rosebud fell
Lifted eyes between;
Sir, what did you mean
Praising so that faded belle,
Really I can hardly tell—
Here a pouting rosebud fell
Lifted eyes between;
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Played the waters, played the pair
On the shining sands.
He was handsome, she was fair,
Love was rosy, he was there,
Well the three contented were,
Closely clasped their hands.
On the shining sands.
He was handsome, she was fair,
Love was rosy, he was there,
Well the three contented were,
Closely clasped their hands.
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