Serenade

Come while the starlets, gleaming, are gemming the blue-robed skies; Come while the world is dreaming, bathed in Love'a tend'rest sighs ; Come while the lily, aleeping, dreams in the palé moon'a light; Now, while Love's spell is keeping and wooing the trembling Night. Low mj guitar tiras is telling the love that my heart bears to thee; Come while the soft air íb swelling with strains of Bweet muBic to me. Come where the starshine, falling, drinks of the lake's deep love ; Come where the night-bird, calling, Bings to his mate in the grove; Come where the rushes are waving beneath the chaBte kisB of the breeze; Come where the waters are laving the bending, love-whispering trees; Come ere the morn's light is breaking- love, I am waiting for thee. A.11 things with love are awaking; come, dear, ther unto me! - Paul, Michel.