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A Serenade

By Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903)

THE MOON is muffled in a cloud

That folds the lover’s star,

But still beneath thy balcony

I touch my soft guitar.

If thou art waking, Lady dear,

The fairest in the land,

Unbar thy wreathèd lattice now,

And wave thy snowy hand.

She hears me not, her spirit lies

In trances mute and deep;

But Music has a golden key

That opes the gate of Sleep.

Then let her sleep; and if I fail

To set her spirit free,

My song will mingle in her dream,

And she will dream of me.

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