by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

Fond Chloe
Language: English 
Now the starlight only
Lights thy lover lonely,
Now the moon has wandered
Far away,
Bright’ning other billows,
Whitening other willow
Lighting other rovers,
So they say.
Then to earth’s amazement
From thy casement
O’er the climbing roses,
Love incline
Till the golden sunlight,
Till the silver moonlight
In thy glowing glances 
Seem to shine.

Ah my love is sleeping,
All her senses steeping
In Elysian fountains,
Fast aswoon.
Hush my harp thy rapture,
If thy chord would capture
Chloe’s dreaming fancy,
Change thy tune!
With a softer ditty
Seek her pity,
Stealing through her slumbers
To her heart,
Till at last she waken,
Love’s true captive taken,
Blushing, sighing, smiling
‘Neath thy art.

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