Nora: A Serenade
Ah, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away,While Night like a spirit steals up o’er the hills;The thrush from his tree where he chanted all day,No longer his music in ecstasy trills.Then, Nora, be near me; thy presence doth cheer me,Thine eye hath a gleam that is truer than gold.
I cannot but love thee; so do not reprove me,If the strength of my passion should make me too bold.Nora, pride of my heart—Rosy cheeks, cherry lips, sparkling with glee,—Wake from thy slumbers, wherever thou art;Wake from thy slumbers to me.
Ah, Nora, my Nora, there ‘s love in the air,—It stirs in the numbers that thrill in my brain;Oh, sweet, sweet is love with its mingling of care,Though joy travels only a step before pain.Be roused from thy slumbers and list to my numbers;My heart is poured out in this song unto thee.Oh, be thou not cruel, thou treasure, thou jewel;Turn thine ear to my pleading and hearken to me.