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Serenade

Translation of Thomas Walsh

WITHDRAW thy beams, thou moon unkind:—

Sweet night, my tender secret keep;

Bear thou my sorrows, gentle wind,

And whisper them where she doth sleep.

All else beside, who would not know

The pain her heavenly glances make,

Sleep on, sleep on; for if you wake

Yon must be rivals in my woe!