SERENADE

 ("Quand tu chantes.") 


 When the voice of thy lute at the eve 
 Charmeth the ear, 
 In the hour of enchantment believe 
 What I murmur near. 
 That the tune can the Age of Gold 
 With its magic restore. 
 Play on, play on, my fair one, 
 Play on for evermore. 
 
 When thy laugh like the song of the dawn 
 Riseth so gay 
 That the shadows of Night are withdrawn 
 And melt away, 
 I remember my years of care 
 And misgiving no more. 
 Laugh on, laugh on, my fair one, 
 Laugh on for evermore. 
 
 When thy sleep like the moonlight above 
 Lulling the sea, 
 Doth enwind thee in visions of love, 
 Perchance, of me! 
 I can watch so in dream that enthralled me, 
 Never before! 
 Sleep on, sleep on, my fair one! 
 Sleep on for evermore. 
 
 HENRY F. CHORLEY. 


 

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