Serenade
Hide, happy damask, from the stars,What sleep enfolds behind your veil,But open to the fairy carsOn which the dreams of midnight sail;And let the zephyrs rise and fallAbout her in the curtained gloom,And then return to tell me allThe silken secrets of the room.
Ah, dearest! may the elves that swayThy fancies come from emerald plots,Where they have dozed and dreamed all dayIn hearts of blue forget-me-nots.And one perhaps shall whisper thus:Awake! and light the darkness, Sweet!While thou art reveling with us,He watches in the lonely street.