A SERENADE.
Heard you the rustle and sweep of the rushes?
That was my boat at the mouth of the creek.
Heard you my step through the solemn night hushes?
Knew you the words that my spirit would speak?
Saw you a light where the skies kiss the billow?
That was love's star, rising over the sea.
Wake, then, beloved, and turn from your pillow,
Loving and longing and dreaming of me.
That was my boat at the mouth of the creek.
Heard you my step through the solemn night hushes?
Knew you the words that my spirit would speak?
Saw you a light where the skies kiss the billow?
That was love's star, rising over the sea.
Wake, then, beloved, and turn from your pillow,
Loving and longing and dreaming of me.
C. D.