Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/Boating on the Lake
BOATING ON THE LAKE
The stars are bright, the moon is high,
And night winds whisper on the shore.
Our boat is slowly gliding o'er
A lake as placid as the sky,
Where moon and stars reflected lie.
The liquid laughter of Lenore,
The gentle dipping of her oar
Awake a happy lullaby.
"Ah! lady fair," I musing said,
"If life is but a boat like this,
With you to row and me to kiss,
What joy 'twould be when we are wed!"
"Ah, no," she said—"'Tis very clear
That you will row and I shall steer."
And night winds whisper on the shore.
Our boat is slowly gliding o'er
A lake as placid as the sky,
Where moon and stars reflected lie.
The liquid laughter of Lenore,
The gentle dipping of her oar
Awake a happy lullaby.
"Ah! lady fair," I musing said,
"If life is but a boat like this,
With you to row and me to kiss,
What joy 'twould be when we are wed!"
"Ah, no," she said—"'Tis very clear
That you will row and I shall steer."