Classic Poem

Come , come to me, love!
Come, love! — Arise!
And shame the bright stars
With the light of thine eyes;
Look out from thy lattice —
Oh, lady-bird, hear!
A swan on the water —
My gondola's near!

Come, come to me, love!
Come, love! — My bride!
O'er crystal in moonbeams
We 'll tranquilly glide:
In the dip of the oar
A melody flows
Sweet as the nightingale
Sings to the rose.

Come, come to me, love!
Come, love! — The day
Brings warder and cloister!
Away, then — away!
Oh, haste to thy lover!
Not yon star above
Is more true to heaven
Than he to his love!