You know it is late,
And the night's growing colder,
Still you lean o'er the gate.
You know it is late,
There's a fire in the grate,
Ah! sweetheart, be bolder.
You know it is late,
And the night's growing colder.
The "Century."
Under the sun
There's nothing new;
Poem or pun,
Under the sun,
Said Solomon,
And he said true.
Under the sun
There's nothing new.
"Love in Idleness."
SERENADE TRIOLET.
Why is the moon
Awake when thou sleepest?
To the nightingale's tune
Why is the moon
Making a noon
When night is the deepest?
Why is the moon
Awake when thou sleepest?
George Macdonald.