MODERN BOHEMIAN POETRY
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MELANCHOLY SERENADE V.
Grief! that in my soul com'st stealing,
From violets that at night-time bloom,
And that like a glow-worm gleamest,
Soft in the summer's evening gloom.
Kindle within my heart a winsome lay,
Full of longing and of bliss,
And then within her kiss
Fade away!
"Music in the Soul" (1886).
MELANCHOLY SERENADE XXII
Naught brings such grievous pain
As a flute with passionate strain,
When in the rosy glow of eve
The light of day doth wane.
'Mid trees the sound doth flow,
In darkness lying low,
Saying: "O ye dreams of youth,
Ye fill my soul with woe!"
And it laments and sighs,
In tender, moving wise,
As my belovèd, softly breathing
O'er my brow and eyes.
