Then slowly passes out of sight
As a lily blossom set afloat.
The waves are quiet 'neath the darkened ledge,
Enwrapped within an azure cloak serene:
A sheer white dress floats on the water's edge,
While nature softly whispers: "Geraldine!"
And the waters' murmur: "Geraldine!"
While nature softly whispers: "Geraldine!"
'tis late at eve—the first of May,
A night in May—'tis time for love,
A love's lure sings the turtle dove.
"Geraldine! Geraldine! Geraldine!"
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