 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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AUX CARMÉLITES.
Madame Louise sleeps well o' nights,
Night is still at the Carmelites:
Down at Versailles
The dancers dance, and the violins play.
Night is still at the Carmelites:
Down at Versailles
The dancers dance, and the violins play.
There's a crucifix on the wall at her head,
And a rush chair set by her pallet bed,
Stony and hard,
Sweeter than balm or the spikenard.
And a rush chair set by her pallet bed,
Stony and hard,
Sweeter than balm or the spikenard.
Daughter of France and the King's daughter,
She hath one poor serge gown to her wear:
And her little feet
Shall naked go in the wind and sleet.
She hath one poor serge gown to her wear:
And her little feet
Shall naked go in the wind and sleet.
From things that stabbed her cheek to red
She hath taken her milk-white soul and fled.
Down at Versailles
The revels go till the break of day.
She hath taken her milk-white soul and fled.
Down at Versailles
The revels go till the break of day.
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Sweetly singeth the nightingale
In his screen of boughs while the moon is pale,
Sweet and so sweet,
That the night-world is faint with it.
In his screen of boughs while the moon is pale,
Sweet and so sweet,
That the night-world is faint with it.
The roses dream and the lilies wake,
While the bird of love with his wild heart-break
Pierceth her dream;
Soft she sighs in the faint moon-beam.
While the bird of love with his wild heart-break
Pierceth her dream;
Soft she sighs in the faint moon-beam.
And all night long in the dark by her
An angel sits with its wings astir,
And his hidden eyes
Keeping the secrets of Paradise.
An angel sits with its wings astir,
And his hidden eyes
Keeping the secrets of Paradise.
Madame Louise sleeps well o' nights,
Night is still at the Carmelites:
Down at Versailles
The dancers dance while the dawn is grey.
Night is still at the Carmelites:
Down at Versailles
The dancers dance while the dawn is grey.
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