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James Whitcomb Riley - To The Serenader
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Tinkle on, O sweet guitar,
    Let the dancing fingers
  Loiter where the low notes are
    Blended with the singer`s:
  Let the midnight pour the moon`s
    Mellow wine of glory
  Down upon him through the tune`s
    Old romantic story!

  I am listening, my love,
    Through the cautious lattice,
  Wondering why the stars above
    All are blinking at us;
  Wondering if his eyes from there
    Catch the moonbeam`s shimmer
  As it lights the robe I wear
    With a ghostly glimmer.

  Lilt thy song, and lute away
    In the wildest fashion:--
  Pour thy rippling roundelay
    O`er the heights of passion!--
  Flash it down the fretted strings
    Till thy mad lips, missing
  All but smothered whisperings,
    Press this rose I`m kissing.
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