NOCTURNE. BY THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.
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Up to her chamber window, A slight wire trellis goes, And up this Romeo ladder Clambers a bold white rose. I lounge in the ilex shadows, I see the lady lean, Unclasping her silken girdle, The curtain’s folds between.
She smiles on her white-rose lover, She reaches out her hand And helps him in at the window— I see it where I stand! To her scarlet lip she holds him, And kisses him many a time— Ah me! It was he that won her Because he dared to climb.