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A SERENADE AT THE VILLA.
3.
Earth turned in her sleep with pain,
Sultrily suspired for proof:
In at heaven and out again,
Lightning!—where it broke the roof,
Bloodlike, some few drops of rain.
Earth turned in her sleep with pain,
Sultrily suspired for proof:
In at heaven and out again,
Lightning!—where it broke the roof,
Bloodlike, some few drops of rain.
4.
What they could my words expressed,
O my love, my all, my one!
Singing helped the verses best,
And when singing's best was done,
To my lute I left the rest.
What they could my words expressed,
O my love, my all, my one!
Singing helped the verses best,
And when singing's best was done,
To my lute I left the rest.
5.
So wore night; the east was grey,
White the broad-faced hemlock-flowers;
There would come another day;
Ere its first of heavy hours
Found me, I had past away.
So wore night; the east was grey,
White the broad-faced hemlock-flowers;
There would come another day;
Ere its first of heavy hours
Found me, I had past away.
