A LOVE SONG[Written for the Pestalozzi Literary Society of Baltimore, and respectfully dedicated to Miss Jennie Wilson.]
The moon rose up at ten last night,
And peered above yon mountain height,
Flooding the river at its feet
With amber glory, calm and sweet;
And restless birdies, wide awake,
Kept twittering in the neighb'ring brake,
Low telling to their listening wives
The thoughts and dreams of their bird-lives,
As if such nights were made, forsooth!
For birds to chat, and not in truth
For them to nestle down and sleep
Till bright Aurora bids them peep.
And peered above yon mountain height,
Flooding the river at its feet
With amber glory, calm and sweet;
And restless birdies, wide awake,
Kept twittering in the neighb'ring brake,
Low telling to their listening wives
The thoughts and dreams of their bird-lives,
As if such nights were made, forsooth!
For birds to chat, and not in truth
For them to nestle down and sleep
Till bright Aurora bids them peep.
We met down on the sandy beach
As we had promised each to each
Our dainty bark was soon untied,
And pushed off from the river side.
As we had promised each to each
Our dainty bark was soon untied,
And pushed off from the river side.
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