Tinkle on, O sweet guitar, <br />Let the dancing fingers <br />Loiter where the low notes are <br />Blended with the singer's: <br />Let the midnight pour the moon's <br />Mellow wine of glory <br />Down upon him through the tune's <br />Old romantic story! <br /> <br />I am listening, my love, <br />Through the cautious lattice, <br />Wondering why the stars above <br />All are blinking at us; <br />Wondering if his eyes from there <br />Catch the moonbeam's shimmer <br />As it lights the robe I wear <br />With a ghostly glimmer. <br /> <br />Lilt thy song, and lute away <br />In the wildest fashion:-- <br />Pour thy rippling roundelay <br />O'er the heights of passion!-- <br />Flash it down the fretted strings <br />Till thy mad lips, missing <br />All but smothered whisperings, <br />Press this rose I'm kissing.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-serenader/
