ΤΟ LET us make a leap, my dear, And love for all that long ago; ΤΟ I LOVE thee-I love thee ! I love thee-I love thee! I love thee-I love thee! A thousand maids among. I love thee-I love thee! Thy bright and hazel glance, The mellow lute upon those lips, Whose tender tones entrance; But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs That still these words enhance, I love thee-I love thee! Whatever be thy chance. SERENADE. I. Ан, sweet, thou little knowest how Methinks thou smilest in thy sleep. 'Tis sweet enough to make me weep, That tender thought of love and thee, That while the world is hush'd so deep, Thy soul's perhaps awake to me! II. Sleep on, sleep on, sweet bride of sleep! And bless thee in thy silent bower; In patient love outwatch the world. VERSES IN AN ALBUM. L. FAR above the hollow On his joyous throne. II. So when I behold me BALLAD. I. Ir was not in the winter We pluck'd them as we pass'd! II. That churlish season never frown'd On early lovers yet! Oh, no-the world was newly crown'd With flowers when first we met. III. 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses, We pluck'd them as we pass'd! |