WHERE the ivy twineth
Round the castle wall,
Dark and silent shadows
On the turrets fall.
At the casement window
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Beam the brightest eyes ;
From the velvet sward beneath
Strains of music rise.
Upward, on the silent air
Words of magic float;
From a snowy hand above
Falls a perfumed note.
What is more romantic
Than a serenade ?
Would I were a cavalier
Singing to a maid.
A. L. H.
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