WHEN along the light ripple the far serenade Has accosted the ear of each passionate maid, She may open the window that looks on the stream,-- She may smile on her pillow and blend it in dream; Half in words, half in music, it pierces the gloom, 'I am coming--Stali--but you know not for whom! Stali--not for whom!' Now the tones become clearer--you hear more and more How the water divided returns on the oar,-- Does the prow of the gondola strike on the stair? Do the voices and instruments pause and prepare? Oh! they faint on the ear as the lamp on the view, 'I am coming--Premi--but I stay not for you! Premi--not for you!' Then return to your couch, you who stifle a tear, Then awake not, fair sleeper--believe he is here; For the young and the loving no sorrow endures, If to-day be another's, to-morrow is yours;-- May, the next time you listen, your fancy be true, 'I am coming--Sciar--and for you and to you! Sciar--and to you!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOCTOR OF BILLIARDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON IMITATION OF POPE: A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES by WILLIAM BLAKE COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MONDAY'S CHILD by MOTHER GOOSE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 51. ASH-SHAHID by EDWIN ARNOLD SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE WRITING OF POETRY by EDGAR BARRATT |