 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
SOFT ON THE EAR.
Soft on the ear falls the serenade,
When the calm evening is closing;
Sweet are the echoes by music made,
When the lake is in moonlight reposing:
Hark, how the sound
Circles around,—
As if each note of the measure
Was caught, as it fell,
In some water-sprite's shell,
Who floated away with the treasure.
Soft on the ear, &c.
When the calm evening is closing;
Sweet are the echoes by music made,
When the lake is in moonlight reposing:
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Circles around,—
As if each note of the measure
Was caught, as it fell,
In some water-sprite's shell,
Who floated away with the treasure.
Soft on the ear, &c.
Soft on the ear falls the serenade,
When we guess who the soft strain is breathing;
The spirit of song is more melting made,
With the spirit of tenderness wreathing.
Oh, such the delight,
In the calm summer's night,
When thro' casements, half open, is stealing
The soft serenade
To the half-waking maid,
Who sighs at such tender appealing.
Soft on the ear, &c.
When we guess who the soft strain is breathing;
The spirit of song is more melting made,
With the spirit of tenderness wreathing.
Oh, such the delight,
In the calm summer's night,
When thro' casements, half open, is stealing
The soft serenade
To the half-waking maid,
Who sighs at such tender appealing.
Soft on the ear, &c.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |