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SERENADE.
The lemon-petals gently fall
Within the windless Indian night,
The wild liana'd waterfall
Hangs, lingering like a ghostly light;
Drop down to me, and linger long, my heart's entire delight!
Within the windless Indian night,
The wild liana'd waterfall
Hangs, lingering like a ghostly light;
Drop down to me, and linger long, my heart's entire delight!
Among the trees, the fiery flies
Move slowly in their robes of flame;
Above them, through the liquid skies,
The stars in squadrons do the same;
Move through the garden down to me, and softly speak my name!
Move slowly in their robes of flame;
Above them, through the liquid skies,
The stars in squadrons do the same;
Move through the garden down to me, and softly speak my name!
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By midnight's moving heart that shakes
The coloured air and kindling gloom,
By all the forms that beauty takes
In fruit, in blossom, in perfume,
Come down and still the aching doubts that haunt me and consume!
The coloured air and kindling gloom,
By all the forms that beauty takes
In fruit, in blossom, in perfume,
Come down and still the aching doubts that haunt me and consume!
Else if the chilly morning break,
And thou hast heard my voice in vain,
Unmoved as is a forest-lake
That through the branches hears the rain,
Beware lest Love himself pass by to bless thee, and—refrain!
And thou hast heard my voice in vain,
Unmoved as is a forest-lake
That through the branches hears the rain,
Beware lest Love himself pass by to bless thee, and—refrain!
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