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Gondoliera
By Emanuel Geibel (1815–1884)
O
The starry legions ride!
Then o’er the sea, in the moonshine bright,
Our gondola will glide.
The air is soft as a lover’s jest,
And gently gleams the light;
The zither sounds, and thy soul is blest
To join in this delight.
Oh, come to me when through the night
The starry legions ride!
Then o’er the sea, in the moonshine bright,
Our gondola will glide.
Darling, like thee and me;
Serenely smile the heavens blue
And calmly sleeps the sea.
And as it sleeps, a glance will say
What speech in vain has tried;
The lips then do not shrink away,
Nor is a kiss denied.
Oh, come to me when through the night
The starry legions ride!
Then o’er the sea, in the moonshine bright,
Our gondola will glide.