Palabras Cariñosas There is an hour when holy dreams. Through slumber fairest glide; My thoughts of thee too sacred are I can but know thee as my star, 711 Edward George Earle Bulwer Lytton [1803-1873] NOCTURNE UP to her chamber window I lounge in the ilex shadows, She smiles on her white-rose lover, To her scarlet lip she holds him, Thomas Bailey Aldrich [1837-1907] PALABRAS CARIÑOSAS SPANISH AIR GOOD-NIGHT! I have to say good-night Good-night to fond, uplifted eyes, But there will come a time, my love, I shall not linger by this porch With my farewells. Till then, good-night! You would have blushed yourself to death What, both these snowy hands! ah, then Thomas Bailey Aldrich [1837-1907] SERENADE THE western wind is blowing fair My Tyrian galley waits for thee. The watchman sleeps within the town; O leave thy lily-flowered bed, O Lady mine, come down, come down! She will not come, I know her well, Of lover's vows she hath no care, And little good a man can tell True love is but a woman's toy, They never know the lover's pain, And I, who love as loves a boy, Must love in vain, must love in vain. The Little Red Lark O noble pilot, tell me true, Is that the sheen of golden hair? Or is it but the tangled dew That binds the passion-flowers there? Good sailor, come and tell me now, Is that my Lady's lily hand? No! no! 'tis not the tangled dew, Good sailor, ply the laboring oar! Whom we must bear from Grecian shore! The waning sky grows faint and blue; O loved as only loves a boy! O loved for ever, evermore! 713 Oscar Wilde [1856-1900] THE LITTLE RED LARK O SWAN of slenderness, Dove of tenderness, Jewel of joys, arise! The little red lark,. Of song, to his sunburst flies; But till thou art arisen, Earth is a prison, Full of my lonesome sighs: Then awake and discover, To thy fond lover, The morn of thy matchless eyes. The dawn is dark to me, Pulse of my heart, I pray! Dazzle me with thy day. And dew-drops glisten, Laughing on every spray. Alfred Perceval Graves [1846 SERENADE By day my timid passions stand Like begging children at your gate, But when night comes, released from doubt, They dare not sing to you by day Their all-desirous song, or take For your enchanted sake. But when the night-wind wakes and thrills The shadows that the night unbars, Their music fills the dreamy hills, And folds the friendly stars. Beloved, can you hear? They sing Words that no mortal lips can sound; Love through the world has taken wing, My passions are unbound. And now, and now, my lips, my eyes, Are stricken dumb with hope and fear, It is my burning soul that cries, Beloved, can you hear? Richard Middleton [1882-1911] THE COMEDY OF LOVE A LOVER'S LULLABY SING lullaby, as women do, Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; And lullaby can I sing too, As womanly as can the best. First lullaby my youthful years, Have won the haven within head. my With lullaby, then, youth be still; With lullaby content thy will; Since courage quails and comes behind, Next lullaby my gazing eyes, Which wonted were to glance apace; For every glass may now suffice With lullaby then wink awhile; And lullaby my wanton will; Let reason's rule now reign thy thought; Since all too late I find by skill How dear I have thy fancies bought; |