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TO ——— ———.
Waking to beauty and to melody
Thy fancy's wild and leaping waves; to glide,
A star-beam, through thy softly-shadowed soul,
Flinging a glory o'er thy sleeping world;
To murmur like a voice from out the air
Within thy dreaming ear, and blend my thoughts
With thy own thoughts of flame.
Thy fancy's wild and leaping waves; to glide,
A star-beam, through thy softly-shadowed soul,
Flinging a glory o'er thy sleeping world;
To murmur like a voice from out the air
Within thy dreaming ear, and blend my thoughts
With thy own thoughts of flame.
Then thou wouldst feel
My kisses on thy lip, and my young heart
Pressed to thy throbbing bosom as I watched
O'er thy unguarded hours, but yet no spell,
Flung on thy sweetly-troubled sleep, should haunt
Thy waking life with its remembered charm.
Ha! what wild power is this that fills my soul,
Holding thought, feeling, ay, my very life,
In its resistless thrall? 'Tis strangely sweet,
Yet there is madness in its influence,
And with a trembling soul and frame I bow
To its mysterious mastery. Oh, unchain
Thy victim, strong and beauteous spirit, take
My kisses on thy lip, and my young heart
Pressed to thy throbbing bosom as I watched
O'er thy unguarded hours, but yet no spell,
Flung on thy sweetly-troubled sleep, should haunt
Thy waking life with its remembered charm.
Ha! what wild power is this that fills my soul,
Holding thought, feeling, ay, my very life,
In its resistless thrall? 'Tis strangely sweet,
Yet there is madness in its influence,
And with a trembling soul and frame I bow
To its mysterious mastery. Oh, unchain
Thy victim, strong and beauteous spirit, take
