A LIGHT FROM HER CASEMENT BEAMS.
I
A light from her casement beams,
'Tis the only light in the tower!
What keeps her still from the land of dreams?
'Tis past the midnight hour.
To that lamp I am meant to steer,
'Tis a lure that love hath taught her;
And now she is leaning forth to hear
My oars dip in the water!
II
I come, sweet maid, I come!
You shall have no cause to doubt me,
For now it is plain, in your princely home,
You are not quite blest without me.
Can so poor a youth be dear
To so proud a baron's daughter?
Then hence with me, and none shall hear
Our oars dip in the water!
