. Astray with song and fancy. round,But Hopes born with cheerful sound While the trees are black and leafless;There is snow upon the ground, Yet a robin sings on, griefless! 25 BARCAROLE. I A HE silver moon hangs low behind the rushes;My love and I, afloat,Glide gentle zephyr brushes Her rosy face and steals across to meAnd fills the crimson sails upon our boat. Loves sea knows naught of stormy, cloudyweather,Nor, my hearts love, shall weKnow aught of ! let us sail together, And I will touch thy lips with Loves firstkissIn token of my souls great constancy. 26 CONSTANCY.
. Astray with song and fancy. round,But Hopes born with cheerful sound While the trees are black and leafless;There is snow upon the ground, Yet a robin sings on, griefless! 25 BARCAROLE. I A HE silver moon hangs low behind the rushes;My love and I, afloat,Glide gentle zephyr brushes Her rosy face and steals across to meAnd fills the crimson sails upon our boat. Loves sea knows naught of stormy, cloudyweather,Nor, my hearts love, shall weKnow aught of ! let us sail together, And I will touch thy lips with Loves firstkissIn token of my souls great constancy. 26 CONSTANCY. /^v love, I do not love thee less at dawn: ^^^ Day, coming like a spy, Beholds me touch thy hand ; Darkness enfolds what daylight doth descry— Dost thou not understand ? Oh ! do not tremble like a startled fawn. Come, lift thy head and no more sit and grieve: The spying sun hath fled, And twilight holds us fast. A thousand kisses ache to press thy head Now that the day is past, Yet, love, I do not love thee more at eve ! 27. 0 love, come dwell beneath my vine-clad tent. INVITATION. ^\ love, come dwell beneath my vine-clad tent, Oer which the south-wind blowsPink petals from the rose,Oer which the south-wind sings till song is spent!Oh! come, my love,The rose above,The rose-tree fills the air with honeyed scent. Thy couch shall be a bed of coral moss; Thy lamp a gleaming star; Red jewels from afar Shall deck thy garments made of finest floss. O love, come dwell Within the dell, And change to joy what absence makes a cross! 2 8 SPRING IS IN THE AIR. CPRING is in the air—Who will dare deny it ?What if ground is bare,Spring is in the airEverywhere. EverywhereSee the spring birds flit. Is the ground so bare ?Look again. Just see it!(Oh ! the warm spring air)Green things shy and fairEverywhere. EverywhereSee the spring birds flit. 29 THOU HAST THY VIRGIN SOUL. nPHOU hast thy virgin soul,And I have mine; Oh, that the two were one,A perfect whole; Then by a look, a sign,Sin would b
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