. Ballads. LOVE SONGS MADE EASY. 207 SERENADE. Now the toils of clay are the sun hath sunk to rest. Seeking, like a fiery lover. The l)osom of the blushing west — The faitlifiil night keeps watch and wardRaising the moon her silver shield. And summoning the stars to guardThe slumbers of my fair Mathilda! The faithful night! Now all things lieHid by her mantle dark and dim. In pious hope I hither hie. And humbly chant my evening hymn. Thou art my prayer, my saint, my shrine! (For never holy pilgrim wept at feet more pure than thine). My virgin love, my sweet jNIathilde!. LOVE
. Ballads. LOVE SONGS MADE EASY. 207 SERENADE. Now the toils of clay are the sun hath sunk to rest. Seeking, like a fiery lover. The l)osom of the blushing west — The faitlifiil night keeps watch and wardRaising the moon her silver shield. And summoning the stars to guardThe slumbers of my fair Mathilda! The faithful night! Now all things lieHid by her mantle dark and dim. In pious hope I hither hie. And humbly chant my evening hymn. Thou art my prayer, my saint, my shrine! (For never holy pilgrim wept at feet more pure than thine). My virgin love, my sweet jNIathilde!. LOVE SOXGS MADE EASY. 209 THE GHAZUL, OR ORIENTAL LOVE ROCKS. I WAS a timid little antelope ; My home was in the rocks, the lonely rocks. I saw the hunters scouring on the plain;I lived among the rocks, the lonely rocks. I was a-thirsty, in the summer heat; I ventured to the tents beneath the rocks. Zuleikah brought me water from the well;Since then I have been faithless to the rocks. I saw her face reflected in the well; Her camels since have marched into the rocks. I looked to sec her image in the well;I only see my eyes, my own sad mother is alone among the rocks. 210 LOVK SONGS MADE EASY.
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