Hide, happy damask, from the stars, <br />What sleep enfolds behind your veil, <br />But open to the fairy cars <br />On which the dreams of midnight sail; <br />And let the zephyrs rise and fall <br />About her in the curtained gloom, <br />And then return to tell me all <br />The silken secrets of the room. <br /> <br />Ah, dearest! may the elves that sway <br />Thy fancies come from emerald plots, <br />Where they have dozed and dreamed all day <br />In hearts of blue forget-me-nots. <br />And one perhaps shall whisper thus: <br />Awake! and light the darkness, Sweet! <br />While thou art reveling with us, <br />He watches in the lonely street.<br /><br />Henry Timrod<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serenade-3/
