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II.

You cannot hear what my lute saith,
But I can hear your soft, calm breath.
Sweet sleep is yours that lingereth,
But I must sleep in lasting death.
O lady mine, the chill stars shine,
My heart is heavy, and I must weep;
For mercy's sake, for love's, awake!
I fain would kiss thee ere I sleep.
O lady love, in slumber laid,
Listen to my serenade.