The Serenade
(Imitated from Uhland.)
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Oh! what sweet sounds me wake? —By your bed I’m awake, My daughter! and naught hear... Sleep, it’s a chimera! —I hear outside, mother, An aerial choir!... —It’s your fever, I know. —These songs at the window Seem to have drawn nearer. —Sleep, poor sick little maid Dreaming a serenade... Your gallants are weary! —Men, nothing anyway... A cloud bears me away... Farewell, farewell the world! Mother, these sounds so strange, The concert of angels Calling me unto God! |
Gérard de Nerval