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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL RIDDLE: SEWING NEEDLE AND THREAD by MOTHER GOOSE |