Scene I
Serenade. — From “Sylvia”: Act IV.
Romanzo Sings
A
wake thee, my Lady-love!
Wake thee, and rise!
The sun through the bower peeps
Into thine eyes!
Behold how the early lark
Springs from the corn!
Hark, hark how the flower-bird
Winds her wee horn!
The swallow’s glad shriek is heard
All through the air!
The stock-dove is murmuring
Loud as she dare!
Apollo’s winged bugleman
Cannot contain,
But peals his loud trumpet-call
Once and again!
Then wake thee, my Lady-love,
Bird of my bower!
The sweetest and sleepiest
Bird at this hour!