Moonrise Serenade

JIoonri&e and a mellow sheen All the slumbrous hilla are steeping. Wake, my sweet one, nor be sleeping Through sweet Oynthia'.s sof test pbasO- Wake and rise and swiftly glide To thy lattiee, swoet, for, oh, One who wooes thee for his bride Sigheth hero bclowl Ilovoyoul I lo ve y ou I My heart, I must confess, Can no more love you more Than it can love you less. Moonrise I Through the easement lilisA Lo, the golden lovelight strearuing- Lady, lady, past my dreaming, Thou art kind, most kind I He who heard thy garment glide Swiftly o'er the happy floor, Ho who wooed thee for his brii Sigheth now no more. Ilovetheo! I lo-e thee! My heart - oh, happinessl- Can never love thee more, Need nover love theo lesa.