 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
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THE LADY ALICE.
The night is serene with pleasure—
Balmy the air—
For the Moon makes the icy azure
Argently clear;
While the Stars with their music make measure
To mine down here—
My song down here—
My beautiful song down here.
Balmy the air—
For the Moon makes the icy azure
Argently clear;
While the Stars with their music make measure
To mine down here—
My song down here—
My beautiful song down here.
Pale light from her orb is raining
On earth—the sea;
While I am on earth complaining
Of one to me
More fair than the Moon now waning—
More pure than she—
More fair than she—
More womanly pure than she.
On earth—the sea;
While I am on earth complaining
Of one to me
More fair than the Moon now waning—
More pure than she—
More fair than she—
More womanly pure than she.
She lives in her golden palace
Beside the sea;
And her name is the Lady Alice—
So dear to me!
And she drinks from her crystal Chalice
Sweet wine so free—
White wine so free—
Because her pure heart is free.
Beside the sea;
And her name is the Lady Alice—
So dear to me!
And she drinks from her crystal Chalice
Sweet wine so free—
White wine so free—
Because her pure heart is free.
She sings, while the Angels listen
With pure delight!
And the Stars with new glory glisten,
And laughter bright;
While my heart, in its narrow prison,
Doth pine to-night—
Pine all the night—
For want of my Moon to-night.
With pure delight!
And the Stars with new glory glisten,
And laughter bright;
While my heart, in its narrow prison,
Doth pine to-night—
Pine all the night—
For want of my Moon to-night.
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She smiles, while my soul is sorry
With love divine;
And the Stars hear in Heaven the story
Which makes me pine!
I would give all their crowns of glory
If she were mine—
Were only mine—
Were only forever mine.
With love divine;
And the Stars hear in Heaven the story
Which makes me pine!
I would give all their crowns of glory
If she were mine—
Were only mine—
Were only forever mine.
Oh! come from thy golden Palace,
Sweet Lady bright!
And fill up this empty Chalice
With wine to-night!—
I drink to my Lady Alice!
My soul's delight—
Heart—soul's delight—
My ever divine delight!
Sweet Lady bright!
And fill up this empty Chalice
With wine to-night!—
I drink to my Lady Alice!
My soul's delight—
Heart—soul's delight—
My ever divine delight!
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