SERENADE.
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tars of the summer night!Far in yon azure deeps,Hide, hide your golden light!She sleeps!My lady sleeps!Sleeps! Moon of the summer night!Far down yon western steeps,Sink, sink in silver light!She sleeps!My lady sleeps!Sleeps! Wind of the summer night!Where yonder woodbine creeps,Fold, fold thy pinions light!She sleeps!My lady sleeps!Sleeps! Dreams of the summer night!Tell her, her lover keepsWatch! while in slumbers lightShe sleepsMy lady sleepsSleeps! (Enter VICTORIAN by the balcony.) Vict. Poor little dove! Thou tremblest like a leaf! Prec. I am so frightened! 'T is for thee I tremble!I hate to have thee climb that wall by night!Did no one see thee? Vict. None, my love, but thou. Prec. 'T is very dangerous; and when thou art goneI chide myself for letting thee come hereThus stealthily by night. Where hast thou been?Since yesterday I have no news from thee. Vict. Since yesterday I have been in Alcala.Erelong the time will come, sweet Preciosa,When that dull distance shall no more divide us;And I no more shall scale thy wall by nightTo steal a kiss from thee, as I do now. Prec. An honest thief, to steal but what thou givest. Vict. And we shall sit together unmolested,And words of true love pass from tongue to tongue,As singing birds from one bough to another.
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