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Poem
September 8, 1835
The Daily Herald
New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut
What is this article about?
A romantic serenade poem addressed to Agnes, invoking the moon and stars to awaken her, expressing deep affection and the speaker's swelling thoughts of love, set at Yale College on a Saturday evening.
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FOR THE HERALD,
A SERENADE.—TO AGNES,
Up, my love ! the bonny moon
Shineth in the upper air,
Turning night to milder noon,
As a gentler sun were there.
Chaste and sweet, and clearly bright,
See! she walks the queen of night.
Every beam a silver thread,
Drawn through clouds of sparkling sand.
In whose shining depths are read
Traces of a master's hand.
There the holy stars have shone
In their silent realms alone.
Hark their warnings! lo, they say
"Grasp at pleasure's fleeting form;
For your father's crumbled clay
Once with leaping life was warm;
And on them—the brave and true—
Shone we as we shine on you."
Loose, my love, the bands of sleep,
From his mystic influence break;
While the silent night-dews weep,
Dearest Agnes—wake, oh, wake.
Not the world has words to tell
All the thoughts my heart that swell.
Thank thee, dearest! thee I see
By the lattice listening stand,
Printing kisses warm for me,
On thy soft and melting hand,
Sweeter dew is on those lips
Than the yellow insect sips.
Yale College, Sat. Evening.
A SERENADE.—TO AGNES,
Up, my love ! the bonny moon
Shineth in the upper air,
Turning night to milder noon,
As a gentler sun were there.
Chaste and sweet, and clearly bright,
See! she walks the queen of night.
Every beam a silver thread,
Drawn through clouds of sparkling sand.
In whose shining depths are read
Traces of a master's hand.
There the holy stars have shone
In their silent realms alone.
Hark their warnings! lo, they say
"Grasp at pleasure's fleeting form;
For your father's crumbled clay
Once with leaping life was warm;
And on them—the brave and true—
Shone we as we shine on you."
Loose, my love, the bands of sleep,
From his mystic influence break;
While the silent night-dews weep,
Dearest Agnes—wake, oh, wake.
Not the world has words to tell
All the thoughts my heart that swell.
Thank thee, dearest! thee I see
By the lattice listening stand,
Printing kisses warm for me,
On thy soft and melting hand,
Sweeter dew is on those lips
Than the yellow insect sips.
Yale College, Sat. Evening.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Serenade
Agnes
Moon
Night
Love
Stars
Yale College
Poem Details
Title
A Serenade.—To Agnes,
Subject
Serenade To Agnes
Key Lines
Up, My Love ! The Bonny Moon
Shineth In The Upper Air,
Chaste And Sweet, And Clearly Bright,
See! She Walks The Queen Of Night.
Loose, My Love, The Bands Of Sleep,
From His Mystic Influence Break;
Thank Thee, Dearest! Thee I See
By The Lattice Listening Stand,