Over the stone (Tros y garreg)
Language: English
Sleep on, and dream of heaven a while,
Though shut so close thy laughing eyes;
Thy rosy lips still wear a smile,
And move and breathe delicious sighs.
Ah! now soft blushes tinge her cheeks,
And mantle to her neck of snow!
Ah! now she murmurs, now she speaks,
What most I wish, yet fear to know.
She starts! she trembles! and she weeps!
Her fair hands folded on her breast, --
And now, how like a saint she sleeps,
A seraph in the realms of rest!
Sleep on secure, above controul,
Thy thoughts belong to heav'n and thee;
And may the secrets of thy soul
Be held in reverence by me.
Submitted by Ferdinando Albeggiani
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Text added to the website: 2011-09-19.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:35
Line count: 16
Word count: 111
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