She rose and loot me in
Language: English
The night her silent sable wore, And gloomy were the skies, Of glittering stars appeared no more Than those in Nelly's eyes ; When to her father's gate I came, Where I had often been, And begged my fair, my lovely dame, To rise and let me in. Fast locked within my close embrace, She trembling stood ashamed -- Her swelling breast, and glowing face, And every touch inflamed. With look and accents all divine She did my warmth reprove, -- The more she spoke, the more she looked, The warmer waxed my love. 0 then beyond expressing, Transporting was the joy ! I knew no greater blessing, So blest a man was I : And she all ravish'd with delight, Bid me oft come again, And kindly vowed that every night She'd rise and let me in. Full soon soon I returned again When stars were streaming free, Oh slowly, slowly came she down, And stood and gazed on me : Her lovely eyes with tears ran o'er, Repenting her rash sin -- And aye she mourn'd the fatal hour She rose and loot me in. But who could cruelly deceive, Or from such beauty part ? I lov'd her so, I could not leave The charmer of my heart : We wedded, and I thought me blest Such loveliness to win ; And now she thanks the happy hour She rose and loot me in.
Authorship:
- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , "She rose and loot me in" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Set in a modified version by Joseph Haydn.
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-06-08
Line count: 40
Word count: 234