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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.