Ah! must I never throb more nigh
Than at our casements’ sundered height,
Nor steal this distant glimpse of joy
But in the depth of night!
3.
Pordiez! I would I were a bird,
To glide on air beside thy charms,
To press thy lip at every word,
To fold thee in my longing arms!
Oh, yes, by yon star-spangled, soft,