Come, come to me, love!
Come, love!–Arise
And shame the bright stars
With the light of thine eyes;
Look out from thy lattice–
Oh, lady-bird, hear!
A swan on the water–
My gondola’s near!
Come, come to me, love!
Come, love!–My bride!
O’er crystal in moonbeams
We’ll tranquilly glide:
In the dip of the oar
A melody flows
Sweet as the nightingale
Sings to the rose.
Come, come to me, love!
Come, love!–The day
Brings warder and cloister!
Away, then–away!
Oh, haste to thy lover!
Not yon star above
Is more true to heaven
Then he to his love!
(George Pope Morris)
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