Serenade

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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.