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THE SERENADER.
FIRST VERSION.
Out at a window looked a lady fair,Set, like a miniature, sweet within the frame,
And upward gazed a youth with heart a-flame,
Who laughing said, “To-night I will prepare
A serenade to soften all the air,
And shafts of singing at that casement aim;”
The night wore on, the lover never came,
For pouting lips had answered, “If you dare!”
But O, sweet lady, he has done it still,
He could not help it, please his fault condone,
He could not find a lyre of silver tone
Enough to satisfy his searching will
That autumn, therefore has he sought to fill
Two volumes with the serenader's moan!
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