Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE SERENADER, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet's Biography
First Line: Tinkle on, o sweet guitar
Last Line: Press this rose I'm kissing.
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Guitars; Lutes; Singing & Singers
TINKLE on, O sweet guitar,
Let the dancing fingers
Loiter where the low notes are
Blended with the singer's:
Let the midnight pour the moon's
Mellow wine of glory
Down upon him through the tune's
Old romantic story!
I am listening, my love,
Through the cautious lattice,
Wondering why the stars above
All are blinking at us;
Wondering if his eyes from there
Catch the moonbeam's shimmer
As it lights the robe I wear
With a ghostly glimmer.
Lilt thy song, and lute away
In the wildest fashion: --
Pour thy rippling roundelay
O'er the heights of passion! --
Flash it down the fretted strings
Till thy mad lips, missing
All but smothered whisperings,
Press this rose I'm kissing.
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