SONG FROM ENAMORADO. FLY out, O rosy banner, on the breeze! Yet lisping streams that flash in currents strong, My Lady-lady loves me. O unseen spirits! faery ministers That swirl in summer cloudland, and rejoice TWILIGHT SONG. FROM DE ROBERVAL. THE mountain peaks put on their hoods, And the long shadows of the woods The timid pigeons homeward fly, ared by the whoop-owl's eerie cry, a fiend he flitteth by; stall, the fowl to coop, JOHN HUNTER DUVAR. [Born 1830.] FROM ENAMORADO. As rolls a wave of perfume o'er the sea As all oppressed with sweets is July noon, And leaves lack breath, and linnets cease their tune, In noontide heat of love I faint and swoon. As when the ardent sky grows overcast, MAZIAS (sings). Lost to my vision, yet within my heart And though the bitter fate that bade us part, SONG FROM ENAMORADO. FLY out, O rosy banner, on the breeze! Yet lisping streams that flash in currents strong, Hill echoes! founts that plashing purl and ream! Sweet singing birds! that twitter all day long For my wantonness, be this the theme My Lady-lady loves me. O unseen spirits! faery ministers That swirl in summer cloudland, and rejoice TWILIGHT SONG. FROM DE ROBERVAL. THE mountain peaks put on their hoods, And the long shadows of the woods Scared by the whoop-owl's eerie cry, As like a fiend he flitteth by; The ox to stall, the fowl to coop, JOHN HUNTER DUVAR. [Born 1830.] FROM ENAMORADO. As rolls a wave of perfume o'er the sea As all oppressed with sweets is July noon, And leaves lack breath, and linnets cease their tune, In noontide heat of love I faint and swoon. As when the ardent sky grows overcast, And ill winds rave, and dips the chaloup's mast, MAZIAS (sings). Lost to my vision, yet within my heart As mother's wept above her dead son's bier. SONG FROM ENAMORADO. FLY out, O rosy banner, on the breeze! Yet lisping streams that flash in currents strong, My Lady-lady loves me. O unseen spirits! faery ministers That swirl in summer cloudland, and rejoice TWILIGHT SONG. FROM DE ROBERVAL. THE mountain peaks put on their hoods, And the long shadows of the woods Scared by the whoop-owl's eerie cry, As like a fiend he flitteth by; The ox to stall, the fowl to coop, |