Shall we roam, my love
To the twilight grove
When the moon is rising bright?
Oh, I'll whisper there
In the cool night air
What I dare not in broad daylight!
I'll tell thee a part
Of the thoughts that start
To being when thou art nigh;
And thy beauty, more bright
Than the stars' soft light
Shall seem as a weft from the sky
When the pale moonbeam
On tower and stream
Sheds a flood of silver sheen
How I love to gaze
As the cold ray strays
O'er thy face, my heart's throned queen!
Wilt thou roam with me
To the restless sea
And linger upon the steep
And list to the flow
Of the waves below
How they toss and roar and leap?
Those boiling waves
And the storm that raves
At night o'er their foaming crest
Resemble the strife
That, from earliest life
The passions have waged in my breast
Oh, come then, and rove
To the sea or the grove
When the moon is rising bright
And I'll whisper there
In the cool night air
What I dare not in broad daylight
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