TO STILL glides the gentle streamlet on, Serene or ruffled by the storm, The self-same trees their semblance cast. The hue each fleeting globule wears, So, love, however time may flow, ΤΟ LET us make a leap, my dear, And love for all that long ago; ΤΟ I LOVE thee-I love thee! My dreaming in the day; I love thee-I love thee! I love thee-I love thee! That chorus still is sung; 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. 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! Sleep on, sleep on, sweet bride of sleep! With golden visions for thy dower, While I this midnight vigil keep, And bless thee in thy silent bower; To me 'tis sweeter than the power Of sleep, and fairy dreams unfurl'd, That I alone, at this still hour, In patient love outwatch the world. VERSES IN AN ALBUM. FAR above the hollow Nor a storm invade him, On his joyous throne. So when I behold me |