Serenade
1 “Hail western star, of Ray benign,
Whose Beams through yonder Lattice shine
With doubtful trembling Light!
To thee Love’s softest Notes Belong:
For doubly sweet the voice of song.
When stealing on the Night.”
2 “Float on, ye gales that in the Wave
your drooping Wings at Evening [Cave],
And whispering murmurs bring;
Within my Ladys Bow’r diffuse
Cool Fragrance, and refreshing Dews
Around her Temples fling.
3 But if those gentle Dews should steep
E’vn musics voice in [balmy] sleep,
O still propitious be!
With all Love’s purest tenders [Themes]
Grace ev’ry Image in her Dreams
“And be those Dreams of me.
4 Thus [masively] you say of Love
And may the listnin maid
With radiant smiles the song [approve]
And bless the serenade.