Barcarola
Imitated from the Italian
My Gondola's waiting dearest!
The night is well nigh to it's noon,
And the sea is the calmest and clearest
Ever lit by a summer's moon:
O! come like a white cloud flying
O'er the heavenly blue of the skies
And the ripple that murmurs in dying
Will seem but to echo our sighs!
O come to my Gondola—dearest!
And sail with me side by side
I know there are times when thou fearest
To trust either me—or the tide:
Yet a mother her infant sleeper
Or the moon-beams this dreaming sea
Regard with a love no deeper
Or purer than mine for thee!
My Gondola's waiting dearest!
The night is well nigh to it's noon,
And the sea is the calmest and clearest
Ever lit by a summer's moon:
O! come like a white cloud flying
O'er the heavenly blue of the skies
And the ripple that murmurs in dying
Will seem but to echo our sighs!
O come to my Gondola—dearest!
And sail with me side by side
I know there are times when thou fearest
To trust either me—or the tide:
Yet a mother her infant sleeper
Or the moon-beams this dreaming sea
Regard with a love no deeper
Or purer than mine for thee!
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