Nora: A Serenade.
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
AH, Nora, my Nora, the light fades away,
While Night like a spirit steals up o'er
The thrush from his tree where he chanted all
No longer his music in ecstasy trills.
Then, Nora, be near me; thy presence doth
Thine eye hath a gleam that is truer than
I cannot but love thee; so do not reprove me,
If the strength of my passion should make
me too bold.
Nora, pride of my heart,--
Rosy cheeks, cherry lips, sparkling with
Wake from thy slumbers, wherever thou art;
Wake from thy slumbers to me.
Ah, Nora, my Nora, there 's love in the air,--
It stirs in the numbers that thrill in my brain;
Oh, sweet, sweet is love with its mingling of
Though joy travels only a step before pain.
Be roused from thy slumbers and list to my
My heart is poured out in this song unto
Oh, be thou not cruel, thou treasure, thou
Turn thine ear to my pleading and hearken