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SERENADE.
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Awake
, sweet Love, for Heaven is awake,
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake!
All night I saw thy fairness gleam afar
With fresh, pure sparkle of the Morning-Star:
Awake, my Love, and be the veil withdrawn
From Beauty bathèd at the springs of Dawn.
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake!
All night I saw thy fairness gleam afar
With fresh, pure sparkle of the Morning-Star:
Awake, my Love, and be the veil withdrawn
From Beauty bathèd at the springs of Dawn.
“Awake, sweet Love, for Heaven is awake
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
A touch upon some silver-sounding string,
As all the harps of heaven were vibrating
Within me, woke me, bade me rise and say,
‘Awake, my Love, this is our Wedding-day.’
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
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As all the harps of heaven were vibrating
Within me, woke me, bade me rise and say,
‘Awake, my Love, this is our Wedding-day.’
“Awake, sweet Love, for Heaven is awake,
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
It is the tender time when turtle-doves
Begin to murmur of their vernal loves:
Spirits that all night nestled in the flowers
Shake perfume from their wings this hour of hours.
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
It is the tender time when turtle-doves
Begin to murmur of their vernal loves:
Spirits that all night nestled in the flowers
Shake perfume from their wings this hour of hours.
“Awake, sweet Love, for Heaven is awake,
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
Thy presence sets my cloudland round about
Glowing as heaven were turning inside out:
And all the mists that darkened me erewhile
Are smitten into splendours at thy smile.
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
Thy presence sets my cloudland round about
Glowing as heaven were turning inside out:
And all the mists that darkened me erewhile
Are smitten into splendours at thy smile.
‘Awake, sweet Love, for Heaven is awake
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
To feel thee mine my faith is large enough,
And yet the miracle needs continual proof!
One minute satisfied, the next I pine
For just one more assurance thou art mine.
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
To feel thee mine my faith is large enough,
And yet the miracle needs continual proof!
One minute satisfied, the next I pine
For just one more assurance thou art mine.
“Awake, sweet Love, for Heaven is awake,
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
Our great sunrise of life begins to glow,
And all the buds of love are ripe to blow;
And all the Birds of Bliss are gaily singing,
And all the Bells of Heaven for bridal ringing.”
And waiting to be gracious for thy sake.
Our great sunrise of life begins to glow,
And all the buds of love are ripe to blow;
And all the Birds of Bliss are gaily singing,
And all the Bells of Heaven for bridal ringing.”
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