Serenade
So sweet the hourвБ†вАФso calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence evвАЩn with lute.
At rest on oceanвАЩs brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountainвАЩs crown,
The wearied light is dying down;
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O listвБ†вАФso soft and low
Thy loverвАЩs voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude,
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our soulsвБ†вАФO God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.