Delicate gayety, Strains of a violin; Graceful steps begin - Roses at her waist! Clouds of sparkling light, Whispers of lovers alone As the couples drift one by one...
O love, I come; thy last glance guideth me! Drawn, too, by webs of shadow, like thine hair; For, Sweet, the mystery Of thy dark hair the deepening dusk hath caught. In early moonlight gleamings, lo, I see...
The sun is lying on the garden-wall, The full red rose is sweetening all the air, The day is happier than a dream most fair; The evening weaves afar a wide-spread pall,...
Down slant the moonbeams to the floor Through the garret's scented air, And show a thin-spoked spinning-wheel, Standing ten years and more Far from the hearth-stone's woe and weal, -...