A Serenade

I watch Inesilla Thy window beneath, Deep slumbers the villa In night's dusky sheath.

Enamoured I linger, Close mantled, for thee— With sword and with guitar, O look once on me!

Art sleeping? Wilt wake thee Guitar tones so light? The argus-eyed greybeard My swift sword shall smite.

The ladder of ropes Throw me fearlessly now! Dost falter? Hast thou, Sweet, Been false to thy vow?

I watch Inesilla Thy window beneath, Deep slumbers the villa In night's dusky sheath!