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From: "Jean Rice" <>
Subject: [IGW] "Serenade" -- J. J. CALLANAN (1795-1828)
Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2002 17:12:25 -0800


SERENADE

The blue waves are sleeping;
The breezes are still;
The light dews are weeping
Soft tears on the hill;
The moon in mild beauty
Looks bright from above;
Then come to the casement,
O Mary, my love.

Not a sound or a motion
Is over the lake,
But the whispers of ripples,
As shoreward they break;
My skiff wakes no ruffle
The waters among;
Then listen, dear maid,
To thy true lover's song.

No form from the lattice
Did ever recline
Over Italy's waters,
More lovely than thine;
Then come to thy window,
And shed from above
One glance of thy dark eye,
One smile of thy love.

Oh! the soul of that eye,
When it breaks from its shroud,
Shines beauteously out,
Like the moon from a cloud;
And thy whisper of love,
Breathed thus from afar,
Is sweeter to me
Than the sweetest guitar.

>From the storms of this world
How gladly I'd fly
To the calm of that breast,
To the heaven of that eye!
How deeply, I love thee
"Twere useless to tell;
Farewell, then, my dear one --
My Mary, farewell.

-- J. J. Callanan (1795-1828)

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