The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,Dear Sherynn.
The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet till you sung themAgain.
As the moon's soft splendourO'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven
Is thrown,So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then givenIts own.
The stars will awaken,Though the moon sleep a full hour later
To-night;No leaf will be shakenWhilst the dews of your melody scatterDelight.
Though the sound overpowers,Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A toneOf some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feelingAre one.
Come live with me and be my love forever...my dear sherynn...
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