SERENADE.
Wake, wake from thy sleep,
There is light on the deep,
And the moonbeams dance bright o'er the sea!
Wake, wake, my own love,
All is smiling above—
Fair spirits are watching o'er thee.
There is light on the deep,
And the moonbeams dance bright o'er the sea!
Wake, wake, my own love,
All is smiling above—
Fair spirits are watching o'er thee.
Wake, wake from thy slumbers,
And list to my numbers
Soft music will whisper to thee:
The breezes are sighing,
While love is replying,
But finds no re-echo in thee.
And list to my numbers
Soft music will whisper to thee:
The breezes are sighing,
While love is replying,
But finds no re-echo in thee.
Wake, wake, dearest one;
By the light of the moon
I would sing of my love unto thee;
Thou fairy sweet flower,
In the lone, distant bower,
My own love, I am waiting for thee.
By the light of the moon
I would sing of my love unto thee;
Thou fairy sweet flower,
In the lone, distant bower,
My own love, I am waiting for thee.
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