The glitt'rèn windows, snowy white,
An' vine-leaf sheädes do sheäke in light
O' moonlight on the door.
MY LOVE'S GUARDIAN ANGEL.
As in the cool-aïr'd road I come by,
—in the night,
Under the moon-clim'd height o' the sky,
—in the night,
There by the lime's broad lim's as I staÿ'd,