 | The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard |  |
A SERENADE.
[FRANCE.]
There's a door in your chamber, lady mine,
I, the King, have the key:
There's a walk in my garden's deepest shade,
For you, Sweet, and me.
I, the King, have the key:
There's a walk in my garden's deepest shade,
For you, Sweet, and me.
We are loyal and distant by day,
When the world is in sight:
But at night we have hearts, and we love,
And are happy at night.
When the world is in sight:
But at night we have hearts, and we love,
And are happy at night.
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The lamps have gone out, lady mine,
All is still, let us rise:
I can track you by the beat of your heart,
And the light of your eyes.
All is still, let us rise:
I can track you by the beat of your heart,
And the light of your eyes.
Through the dusk of the lindens we glide,
To that alley of ours:
And kiss in the light of the moon,
And the odor of flowers.
To that alley of ours:
And kiss in the light of the moon,
And the odor of flowers.
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