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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
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,        5
  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;        10
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,        15
  And she will dream of me.
 
 
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