The bright stars are gleaming above; The moon sails along in her glory -- Arrayed in her glory; And yet thou art sleeping, my love -- Art dreaming, my love -- Ye hear not a lover's sad story -- A true lover's story! Oh, dream of thy lover's sad story! How fresh and how balmy the air; My locks the soft breeze is caressing -- So sweetly caressing; And yet I am wild with despair -- I die with despair; And shall I despair of thy blessing -- Or hope for thy blessing? Oh, lend the sweet charm of thy blessing! Awake thee, nor true heart despise; Art risen! The spell now is broken -- The dark spell is broken; I now catch a glimpse of thine eyes -- A gleam of bright eyes, And throw thee a kiss as a token -- Thy true lover's token; Oh, send me a kiss for a token! And now I must bid thee adieu; The curfew has told the long numbers -- Now tells the short numbers; Oh, bid me my visit renew -- My song to renew; Then sink to thy soft dreamy slumbers -- The sweetest of slumbers; Oh, dream of me in thy soft slumbers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOSING TIME AT THE SAN DIEGO ZOO by KAREN SWENSON MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH CAMPS OF GREEN by WALT WHITMAN DESTINY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |