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My Song.
“Oh, come fair dreams
To soothe her pretty head;
Float soft as silvery beams
Now shed!”
Then up where the lattice swung,
I sent a kiss,
In the heart of a rose there flung,
And murmured this:
“Good-night, Sweet!
Sweet, good-night!
My heart’s delight,
Good-night!”
To soothe her pretty head;
Float soft as silvery beams
Now shed!”
Then up where the lattice swung,
I sent a kiss,
In the heart of a rose there flung,
And murmured this:
“Good-night, Sweet!
Sweet, good-night!
My heart’s delight,
Good-night!”
I bade my love Good-morn,
With joy to feel
Her presence, soft as dawn,
Within me steal,
My queen of pearls!
My lily of girls!
And when she came to me
On tiny feet,
I vowed there ne’er could be
A maid so sweet !
Her hair—
The golden sun,
Her cheeks—the rose-bloom rare;
Was ever beauty won
So fair?
The love-light in her eyes
Drew forth my kiss;
I clasped her to me—mine! My prize!
The greeting this:
“Good-morn, Sweet!
Sweet, good-morn!
My heart’s pure dawn,
Good-morn!”
With joy to feel
Her presence, soft as dawn,
Within me steal,
My queen of pearls!
My lily of girls!
And when she came to me
On tiny feet,
I vowed there ne’er could be
A maid so sweet !
Her hair—
The golden sun,
Her cheeks—the rose-bloom rare;
Was ever beauty won
So fair?
The love-light in her eyes
Drew forth my kiss;
I clasped her to me—mine! My prize!
The greeting this:
“Good-morn, Sweet!
Sweet, good-morn!
My heart’s pure dawn,
Good-morn!”
Charles Umbers