<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Serenade</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM THE SPANISH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If slumber, sweet Lisena!<br>Have stolen o'er thine eyes,<br>As night steals o'er the glory<br>Of spring's transparent skies;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wake, in thy scorn and beauty,<br>And listen to the strain<br>That murmurs my devotion,<br>That mourns for thy disdain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here by thy door at midnight,<br>I pass the dreary hour,<br>With plaintive sounds profaning<br>The silence of thy bower;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tale of sorrow cherished<br>Too fondly to depart,<br>Of wrong from love the flatterer,<br>And my own wayward heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twice, o'er this vale, the seasons<br>Have brought and borne away<br>The January tempest,<br>The genial wind of May;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet still my plaint is uttered,<br>My tears and sighs are given<br>To earth's unconscious waters,<br>And wandering winds of heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw from this fair region,<br>The smile of summer pass,<br>And myriad frost-stars glitter<br>Among the russet grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While winter seized the streamlets<br>That fled along the ground,<br>And fast in chains of crystal<br>The truant murmurers bound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw that to the forest<br>The nightingales had flown,<br>And every sweet-voiced fountain<br>Had hushed its silver tone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The maniac winds, divorcing<br>The turtle from his mate,<br>Raved through the leafy beeches,<br>And left them desolate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now May, with life and music,<br>The blooming valley fills,<br>And rears her flowery arches<br>For all the little rills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The minstrel bird of evening<br>Comes back on joyous wings,<br>And, like the harp's soft murmur,<br>Is heard the gush of springs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And deep within the forest<br>Are wedded turtles seen,<br>Their nuptial chambers seeking,<br>Their chambers close and green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rugged trees are mingling<br>Their flowery sprays in love;<br>The ivy climbs the laurel,<br>To clasp the boughs above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They change--but thou, Lisena,<br>Art cold while I complain:<br>Why to thy lover only<br>Should spring return in vain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538080" data-title="The Serenade de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="FROM THE SPANISH. If slumber, sweet Lisena! Have stolen o'er thine eyes, As night steals o'er the glory Of spring's transparent skies; Wake, in thy scorn and beauty, And listen to the strain That murmurs my devotion, That mourns for thy disdain..."></div> </div> </div>

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