  (FROM THE SPANISH.) Illustrated A Airs! that wander and murmur round, Bearing delight where'er ye blow, Make in the elms a lulling sound, While my lady sleeps in the shade below. Lighten and lengthen her noonday rest, Till the heat of the noonday sun is o'er; Sweet be her slumbers,—though in my breast The pain she has waked may slumber no more. Breathing soft from the blue profound, Bearing delight where'er ye blow, Make in the elms a lulling sound, While my lady sleeps in the shade below. woman leaning against a tree Airs! that over the bending boughs, And under the shade of pendent leaves, Murmur soft, like my timid vows, Or the secret sighs my bosom heaves,— Gently sweeping the grassy ground, Bearing delight where'er ye blow, Make in the elms a lulling sound, While my lady sleeps in the shade below. decoration |
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