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He would not recognize his friend,
And warn my mother
of my recklessness.
My God, how late!
What a surprise!
Time fled like lightning through the skies!
Twelve times the chime has struck the air,
And still I sit beside you there;
So far from feeling sleep's soft rays,
I thought
I saw the daylight's blaze.
Can birds be sleeping in the glade?
Too fair a night for dreams to fade!
The burning stars reflect and gleam Without a cloud upon the stream;
It seems as though for Love's own sake,
Such beauty kept the world awake!
Yet leave you must,
your home to seek,
And pass our sleeping hound so meek:
He would not recognize his friend,
And warn my mother of my recklessness.
You turn away without a word,
Your secret sorrow plainly heard;
Does all that starves your heart's request
Not burn as deeply in my breast?
Grant me the strength to bid you part,
Hear reason's call and free my heart!
The village rests, the hour grows late,
Tomorrow knocks upon our gate!
Oh listen! Though the night brings pain,
Tomorrow brings us back again;
The sweet delight of memory
Will blend with real ecstasy.
Yet though I wait your swift return,
With every sigh my spirits burn; Oh,
may we unlearn how to say "Farewell"—a word Love casts away!
He’d fail to know his friend tonight,
And teach my mother of my careless heart.