The bright stars are gleaming above; The moon sails along in her glory -- Arrayed in her glory; And yet thou art sleeping, my love -- Art dreaming, my love -- Ye hear not a lover's sad story -- A true lover's story! Oh, dream of thy lover's sad story! How fresh and how balmy the air; My locks the soft breeze is caressing -- So sweetly caressing; And yet I am wild with despair -- I die with despair; And shall I despair of thy blessing -- Or hope for thy blessing? Oh, lend the sweet charm of thy blessing! Awake thee, nor true heart despise; Art risen! The spell now is broken -- The dark spell is broken; I now catch a glimpse of thine eyes -- A gleam of bright eyes, And throw thee a kiss as a token -- Thy true lover's token; Oh, send me a kiss for a token! And now I must bid thee adieu; The curfew has told the long numbers -- Now tells the short numbers; Oh, bid me my visit renew -- My song to renew; Then sink to thy soft dreamy slumbers -- The sweetest of slumbers; Oh, dream of me in thy soft slumbers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRINDSTONE by ROBERT FROST SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NEW CHURCH ORGAN by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON SONG, WRITTEN AT SEA, IN THE FIRST DUTCH WAR, 1665 ... by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) A SONG TO DAVID by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |