Literary Gazette, 9th March, 1822, Page 152
SONG.
Listen to the tale
That on the night gale
Blends with the rose's sigh;
The moon shines o'er thy bower,
Yon star has marked the hour
When no step and no sound are nigh.
Like the nightbird's lay
Which dares not by day
Tell of its hope and fear,
But awakens the flower
On the still moonlight hour,
When not another song is near.
Then ope those blue eyes,
The smile which there lies
Glancing of love, fond love;
So like yon star's sweet ray,
Whose brightness clears away
Each shadow that darkens above.
The pearls of the sea
Were worthless to me,
Earth's gems in vain were mine;
They would not give the bliss
Of a moment like this
When I breathe that sweet sigh of thine.
L. E. L.
