Serenade
So
sweet
the
hour,
so
calm
the
time,
I
feel
it
more
than
half
a
crime,
When
Nature
sleeps
and
stars
are
mute,
To
mar
the
silence
ev'n
with
lute.
At
rest
on
ocean's
brilliant
dyes
An
image
of
Elysium
lies:
Seven
Pleiades
entranced
in
Heaven,
Form
in
the
deep
another
seven:
Endymion
nodding
from
above
Sees
in
the
sea
a
second
love.
Within
the
valleys
dim
and
brown,
And
on
the
spectral
mountain's
crown,
The
wearied
light
is
dying
down,
And
earth,
and
stars,
and
sea,
and
sky
Are
redolent
of
sleep,
as
I
Am
redolent
of
thee
and
thine
Enthralling
love,
my
Adeline.
But
list,
O
list,-
so
soft
and
low
Thy
lover's
voice
tonight
shall
flow,
That,
scarce
awake,
thy
soul
shall
deem
My
words
the
music
of
a
dream.
Thus,
while
no
single
sound
too
rude
Upon
thy
slumber
shall
intrude,
Our
thoughts,
our
souls-
O
God
above!
In
every
deed
shall
mingle,
love.
