Madison Cawein - Serenade lyrics

By the burnished laurel line Glimmering flows the singing stream; Oily eddies crease and shine O'er white pebbles, white as cream. Richest roses bud or die All about the splendid park; Fountains gla** a wily eye Where the fawns browse in the dark. Amber-belted through the night Floats the alabaster moon, Stooping o'er th' acacia white Where my mandolin I tune. By the twinkling mere I sing Where lake lilies stretch pale eyes, And a bulbul there doth fling Music at the moon who flies. With a broken syrinx there, From enameled beds of buds, Rises Pan in hoof and hair— Moonlight his dim sculpture floods. The pale jessamines have felt The large pa**ion of her gaze; See! they part—their glories melt Round her in a starry haze.