The Poetry Corner

Venetian Serenade.

By George Pope Morris

Come, come to me, love! Come, love!--Arise And shame the bright stars With the light of thine eyes; Look out from thy lattice-- Oh, lady-bird, hear! A swan on the water-- My gondola's near! Come, come to me, love! Come, love!--My bride! O'er crystal in moonbeams We'll tranquilly glide: In the dip of the oar A melody flows Sweet as the nightingale Sings to the rose. Come, come to me, love! Come, love!--The day Brings warder and cloister! Away, then--away! Oh, haste to thy lover! Not yon star above Is more true to heaven Then he to his love!