FOOTNOTES:[A]Of course, no allusions are made to any real M. 20139.[B]So still and calm the night is,The very winds asleep,My heart’s so tender sentinelHis watch and ward doth keep.And on the wings of zephyrs softThat wander how they will,To thee, O woman fair, to theeMy prayers go fluttering still.Oh, take the heart’s love to thy heartOf one that doth adore!Have pity, add not to the flameThat burns thy troubadour!And if compassion stirs thy breastFor my eternal woe,Oh, as I love thee, loveliestOf women, love me so!
FOOTNOTES:
[A]Of course, no allusions are made to any real M. 20139.
[A]Of course, no allusions are made to any real M. 20139.
[B]So still and calm the night is,The very winds asleep,My heart’s so tender sentinelHis watch and ward doth keep.And on the wings of zephyrs softThat wander how they will,To thee, O woman fair, to theeMy prayers go fluttering still.Oh, take the heart’s love to thy heartOf one that doth adore!Have pity, add not to the flameThat burns thy troubadour!And if compassion stirs thy breastFor my eternal woe,Oh, as I love thee, loveliestOf women, love me so!
[B]
So still and calm the night is,The very winds asleep,My heart’s so tender sentinelHis watch and ward doth keep.And on the wings of zephyrs softThat wander how they will,To thee, O woman fair, to theeMy prayers go fluttering still.Oh, take the heart’s love to thy heartOf one that doth adore!Have pity, add not to the flameThat burns thy troubadour!And if compassion stirs thy breastFor my eternal woe,Oh, as I love thee, loveliestOf women, love me so!
So still and calm the night is,The very winds asleep,My heart’s so tender sentinelHis watch and ward doth keep.And on the wings of zephyrs softThat wander how they will,To thee, O woman fair, to theeMy prayers go fluttering still.Oh, take the heart’s love to thy heartOf one that doth adore!Have pity, add not to the flameThat burns thy troubadour!And if compassion stirs thy breastFor my eternal woe,Oh, as I love thee, loveliestOf women, love me so!
So still and calm the night is,The very winds asleep,My heart’s so tender sentinelHis watch and ward doth keep.And on the wings of zephyrs softThat wander how they will,To thee, O woman fair, to theeMy prayers go fluttering still.
So still and calm the night is,
The very winds asleep,
My heart’s so tender sentinel
His watch and ward doth keep.
And on the wings of zephyrs soft
That wander how they will,
To thee, O woman fair, to thee
My prayers go fluttering still.
Oh, take the heart’s love to thy heartOf one that doth adore!Have pity, add not to the flameThat burns thy troubadour!And if compassion stirs thy breastFor my eternal woe,Oh, as I love thee, loveliestOf women, love me so!
Oh, take the heart’s love to thy heart
Of one that doth adore!
Have pity, add not to the flame
That burns thy troubadour!
And if compassion stirs thy breast
For my eternal woe,
Oh, as I love thee, loveliest
Of women, love me so!