Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights A Gift of Love for the Beautiful |
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UNE SONGE D'UNE NUIT D'ETE. |
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UNE SONGE D'UNE NUIT D'ETE.
Come, sing the sweet song that you sang unto me,
When the hopes of my soul were so bright—
When you smiled on my heart as the Moon on the Sea—
Called The Song of the Sweet Summer Night.
Come, sing it, sweet lady! oh! sing it again,
That my soul may be rapt with delight—
Shedding peace on her heart as the Moon on the Maine
When she comes on some sweet Summer Night.
When the hopes of my soul were so bright—
When you smiled on my heart as the Moon on the Sea—
Called The Song of the Sweet Summer Night.
Come, sing it, sweet lady! oh! sing it again,
That my soul may be rapt with delight—
Shedding peace on her heart as the Moon on the Maine
When she comes on some sweet Summer Night.
You know the sweet song that you sang in the Bower,
When the Nightingale warbled all night,
Till the perfumes were pressed from each new opening flower
By his heart, that throbbed wild with delight?
Oh! sing it, sweet lady! do sing it again,
That my soul may be rapt with delight—
Shedding peace on my heart as the Moon calms the Maine,
When she comes on some sweet Summer Night.
When the Nightingale warbled all night,
Till the perfumes were pressed from each new opening flower
By his heart, that throbbed wild with delight?
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That my soul may be rapt with delight—
Shedding peace on my heart as the Moon calms the Maine,
When she comes on some sweet Summer Night.
Come, sing the sweet song that you once sang to me,
On the Halcyon Sea of Delight—
When my soul on the waves of thy voice floated free—
Called The Song of the Sweet Summer Night.
Oh! sing it, sweet lady! do sing it again,
That the hopes of my soul may be bright—
It will calm me to peace as the Moon calms the Maine—
Called The Song of the Sweet Summer Night.
On the Halcyon Sea of Delight—
When my soul on the waves of thy voice floated free—
Called The Song of the Sweet Summer Night.
Oh! sing it, sweet lady! do sing it again,
That the hopes of my soul may be bright—
It will calm me to peace as the Moon calms the Maine—
Called The Song of the Sweet Summer Night.
Tontine Hotel, July 4, 1852.
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