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[The setting sun with crimson beam]
1.
The setting sun with crimson beam
Now gilds the twilight sky;
And evening comes with sportive mien,
And cares of daylight fly;
Then deck the board with flow'rs, and fill
My glass with racy wine;
And let those snowy arms, my love,
Once more thy harp entwine.
Now gilds the twilight sky;
And evening comes with sportive mien,
And cares of daylight fly;
Then deck the board with flow'rs, and fill
My glass with racy wine;
And let those snowy arms, my love,
Once more thy harp entwine.
Oh! strike the harp, my dark hair'd love,
And swell that strain so dear;
Thine angel form shall charm mine eye,
Thy voice delight mine ear.
And swell that strain so dear;
Thine angel form shall charm mine eye,
Thy voice delight mine ear.
2.
The glasses shine upon the board,
But brighter shines thine eye;
The claret pales its ruby tint,
When lips like thine are nigh;
The tapers dim their virgin white
Beside thy bosom's hue;
And the flame they shed burns not so bright,
As that I feel for you.
But brighter shines thine eye;
The claret pales its ruby tint,
When lips like thine are nigh;
The tapers dim their virgin white
Beside thy bosom's hue;
And the flame they shed burns not so bright,
As that I feel for you.
Then strike the harp! each note, my love,
Shall kindle fresh desire;
Thy melting breath shall fan that flame,
Thy glowing charms inspire.
Shall kindle fresh desire;
Thy melting breath shall fan that flame,
Thy glowing charms inspire.
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