To The Queen Of My Heart.

1.     Shall we roam, my love,     To the twilight grove,     When the moon is rising bright;     Oh, I'll whisper there,     In the cool night-air,     What I dare not in broad daylight!     2.     I'll tell thee a part     Of the thoughts that start     To being when thou art nigh;     And thy beauty, more bright     Than the stars' soft light,     Shall seem as a weft from the sky.     3.     When the pale moonbeam     On tower and stream     Sheds a flood of silver sheen,     How I love to gaze     As the cold ray strays     O'er thy face, my heart's throned queen!     4.     Wilt thou roam with me     To the restless sea,     And linger upon the steep,     And list to the flow     Of the waves below     How they toss and roar and leap?     5.     Those boiling waves,     And the storm that raves     At night o'er their foaming crest,     Resemble the strife     That, from earliest life,     The passions have waged in my breast.     6.     Oh, come then, and rove     To the sea or the grove,     When the moon is rising bright;     And I'll whisper there,     In the cool night-air,     What I dare not in broad daylight.