 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
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SERENADE.
The Stars with their scinctilant splendor
Of laughter bright,
Burn down through the deep blue tender
With diamond light;
While the Heavens come down to surrender
Their Crown to the Night—
Bright Crown to the Night—
Bright beautiful Crown to the Night.
Of laughter bright,
Burn down through the deep blue tender
With diamond light;
While the Heavens come down to surrender
Their Crown to the Night—
Bright Crown to the Night—
Bright beautiful Crown to the Night.
The clouds with their soft silver fleeces
Pavilion the Moon,
While the odors that float on the breezes
Make Eden of June;
While my soul in its sorrow increases—
Oh! come to me soon!
Come down to me soon!
Come down from thy home to me soon!
Pavilion the Moon,
While the odors that float on the breezes
Make Eden of June;
While my soul in its sorrow increases—
Oh! come to me soon!
Come down to me soon!
Come down from thy home to me soon!
She looks with her eyes of azure
Through all the night,
And they shed on the gloom such pleasure
It makes all bright;
While the Heavens with their music make measure
To my delight—
My new-born delight—
My new-born, divinest delight.
Through all the night,
And they shed on the gloom such pleasure
It makes all bright;
While the Heavens with their music make measure
To my delight—
My new-born delight—
My new-born, divinest delight.
Like some Pyramid built up forever,
Beginning with Time—
Out of beauty on beauty piled ever
In utterance sublime—
Towering Heaven-ward, reaching it never—
I will build me with rhyme—
Build with melphonic rhyme—
An Epic of Jewels so set as to rhyme—
An Epic of Diamonds with Rubies for rhyme.
Beginning with Time—
Out of beauty on beauty piled ever
In utterance sublime—
Towering Heaven-ward, reaching it never—
I will build me with rhyme—
Build with melphonic rhyme—
An Epic of Jewels so set as to rhyme—
An Epic of Diamonds with Rubies for rhyme.
New Haven, August 1, 1861.
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