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From Ballads and Songs (London: Cassell and Company, 1896).

 

Serenade

  Now the toils of day are over,
    And the sun hath sunk to rest,
  Seeking, like a fiery lover,
    The bosom of the blushing west—

  The faithful night keeps watch and ward,
    Raising the moon her silver shield,
  And summoning the stars to guard
    The slumbers of my fair Mathilde!

  The faithful night!  Now all things lie
    Hid by her mantle dark and dim,
  In pious hope I hither hie,
    And humbly chant mine ev'ning hymn.

  Thou art my prayer, my saint, my shrine!
    (For never holy pilgrim kneel'd,
  Or wept at feet more pure than thine),
    My virgin love, my sweet Mathilde!

This poem is in the public domain. 

This poem is in the public domain. 

William Makepeace Thackeray

William Makepeace Thackeray, born July 18, 1811, was an English writer best known for his novels, particularly The History of Henry Esmond, Esq. (The Mershon Company Publishers, 1852) and Vanity Fair (Bradbury and Evans, 1848). While in school, Thackeray began writing poems, which he published in a number of magazines, chiefly Fraser and Punch. He died on December 24, 1863.

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