Serenade.

("Quand tu chantes.")     When the voice of thy lute at the eve             Charmeth the ear,     In the hour of enchantment believe             What I murmur near.     That the tune can the Age of Gold             With its magic restore.     Play on, play on, my fair one,             Play on for evermore.     When thy laugh like the song of the dawn             Riseth so gay     That the shadows of Night are withdrawn             And melt away,     I remember my years of care             And misgiving no more.     Laugh on, laugh on, my fair one,             Laugh on for evermore.     When thy sleep like the moonlight above             Lulling the sea,     Doth enwind thee in visions of love,             Perchance, of me!     I can watch so in dream that enthralled me,             Never before!     Sleep on, sleep on, my fair one!             Sleep on for evermore.     HENRY F. CHORLEY.