Poems (Chitwood)/Serenade

by Mary Louisa Chitwood

For works with similar titles, see Serenade.

SERENADE.

The breeze is singing softly
 To the young bird on the tree;
And if the breeze is singing,
 Shall not I sing to thee,
      Jennie, darling?
 Shall not I sing to thee?

The humble flower is looking
 Toward the evening star,
As I look to thee, my dearest,
 And worship from afar,
      Jennie, darling—
 And worship from afar.

Perhaps thy dark brown lashes
 Lie softly on thy cheek;
Then let thy spirit listen,
 And hear me as I speak,
      Jennie, darling—
 And hear me as I speak.

Oh! let me, let me love thee,
 And worship from afar;
For thou art far above me
 As yonder beauteous star,
      Jennie, darling—
 As yonder beauteous star.

And let me pour my spirit
 In one deep song to thee;
Give but one glance, one token
 My talisman to be,
      Jennie, darling—
 My talisman to be.

She hears! she smiles! my spirit
 Soars like a bird afar!
I half forget the distance
 Between me and the star,
      Jennie, darling—
 Between me and the star.

Good night!—or is it morning?
 The landscape looks so bright
Or is it those dear glances
 Emitting glorious light,
      Jennie, darling?
 My soul is bathed in light.