Beneath her pale and tender ray,
Its silvery kiss imprinting,
All dew-bedecked each flower and spray
Like myriad jewels glinting.
III.
Across the lawn there floats the sound
Of music sweet—entrancing—
'Neath a latticed casement, ivy-bound,
Where love-lit eyes were glancing.
IV.
The flute and harp and mandolin
There dulcet notes were blending,
And strains divine from a violin
In harmony ascending.
V.
Enraptured by the magic spell,
I lingering stood, and listening,
It seemed to me that I could tell
What love to her was whispering.
* * * * *
VI.
I looked above and chanced to see
The man in the moon was scowling,
For they had struck up "Sweet Marie,"
And the old watch-dog was howling!