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 | My Lyrical Life |  |
SLEEP-WALKING.
Oft in the night I am with you, Dear!
I lean and listen your breathing to hear;
Little you dream of any one near.
I lean and listen your breathing to hear;
Little you dream of any one near.
No one knoweth that I am gone;
Curtains closely about me drawn,
When dreams dissolve at a touch of Dawn!
Curtains closely about me drawn,
When dreams dissolve at a touch of Dawn!
Nobody meets me under the sky,
Only the staring Owl goes by
Softly as though the night should sigh.
Only the staring Owl goes by
Softly as though the night should sigh.
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Under the moonlight, over the moss!
I need no bridge the river to cross,
Though winds awake and waters toss.
I need no bridge the river to cross,
Though winds awake and waters toss.
O sweet, so sweet the Nightingale's strain!
Is it her pleasure that works us pain,
Or her pain that with pleasure pierces the brain?
Is it her pleasure that works us pain,
Or her pain that with pleasure pierces the brain?
Window or door I pass not through:
The way I never could show to you
By day. I enter as spirits do!
The way I never could show to you
By day. I enter as spirits do!
There you are! lying cheek-on-palm,
Drinking of slumber's dewiest calm,
Brimming your life with the rosiest balm.
Drinking of slumber's dewiest calm,
Brimming your life with the rosiest balm.
The little wee bird that beats in the breast,
Hath folded its wings in a wee white nest,
Breathing the fulness of innermost rest.
Hath folded its wings in a wee white nest,
Breathing the fulness of innermost rest.
But the other night—see my blushes bloom—
Somehow I missed my way in the gloom,
And, thinking myself quite safe in your room,
Somehow I missed my way in the gloom,
And, thinking myself quite safe in your room,
I nestled my face, as I thought, in your bed
To kiss you, and—now let me hide my head—
I kissed—I kissed—your Teacher instead.
To kiss you, and—now let me hide my head—
I kissed—I kissed—your Teacher instead.
| My Lyrical Life | |