A ROUNDELAY.Wide thro’ the azure blue and brightSerenely floats the lamp of night;The sleeping waves forget to move,And silent is the cedar grove;Each breeze suspended seems to say—“Now, Leline, for thy Roundelay!”My Delia’s lids are clos’d in rest;Ah! were her pillow but my breast!Go, dreams! one gentle word impart,In whispers place me by her heart;While near her door I’ll fondly stray,And sooth her with my Roundelay.But, ah! the Night draws in her shade,And glimm’ring stars reluctant fade:Yet sleep, my love! nor may’st thou feelThe pangs which griefs like mine reveal:Adieu! for Morning’s on his way,And bids me close my Roundelay.
Wide thro’ the azure blue and brightSerenely floats the lamp of night;The sleeping waves forget to move,And silent is the cedar grove;Each breeze suspended seems to say—“Now, Leline, for thy Roundelay!”My Delia’s lids are clos’d in rest;Ah! were her pillow but my breast!Go, dreams! one gentle word impart,In whispers place me by her heart;While near her door I’ll fondly stray,And sooth her with my Roundelay.But, ah! the Night draws in her shade,And glimm’ring stars reluctant fade:Yet sleep, my love! nor may’st thou feelThe pangs which griefs like mine reveal:Adieu! for Morning’s on his way,And bids me close my Roundelay.