Part 2 — SERENADE
Reading edition
From "Sylvia"
Awake thee, my lady-love, Wake thee and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes!
Behold how the early lark Springs from the corn! Hark, hark how the flower-bird Winds her wee horn!
The swallow's glad shriek is heard All through the air; The stock-dove is murmuring Loud as she dare!
Apollo's winged bugleman Cannot contain, But peals his loud trumpet-call Once and again!
Then wake thee, my lady-love— Bird of my bower! The sweetest and sleepiest Bird at this hour!
George Darley [1795-1846]