Barry Cornwall

(21 November 1787 – 5 October 1874 / Leeds, England)

Serenade (Inesilla! I Am Here...) - Poem by Barry Cornwall

Inesilla! I am here
Thy own cavalier
Is now beneath thy lattice playing:
Why art thou delaying?

He hath riden many a mile
But to see thy smile:
The young light on the flowers is shining,
Yet he is repining.

What to him is a summer star,
If his love's afar?
What to him the flowers perfuming,
When his heart's consuming?

Sweetest girl! I why dost thou hide?
Beauty may abide
Even before the eye of morning,
And want no adorning.

Now, upon their paths of lights,
Starry spirits bright
To catch thy brighter glance are staying:
Why art thou delaying ?


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  • Rookie - 344 Points Ekaterina M. Polischuk (3/6/2012 10:35:00 AM)

    nice poem) i like it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2012



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