Victor
B . Neuburg .
*SERPENS
NOCTIS
REGINA MUNDI.
(Invocation
à
la
Lune .
Ballade
Argentée .)
OH lustrous Lady
of the luminous lake,
Moving
in magic mazes through
the trees
The
sombre , swaying
trees — light-lady ,
take
A moment's murmurings ; heart -harmonies
That break my breast : I kneel before thy knees ,
All
humbly
hesitant ; the
silver
shoon
I crave
to
kiss
make molten
melodies
To
the
Slow
Nocturne
of the Rising
Moon .
Oh
lustrous
Lady,
for
thy
shadow 's
sake
Is slain
my
slumber,
ended
all
my
ease
;
I
dream
at
dawn
,
nor
with
the wild birds wake
To dulcet
day
;
marred
are mine
images
Of
lost
low
lands
,
of
secret
summer
seas
,
Where
grave
gold Glamour
is
so
subtly
strewn
,
That
from
that dryad
-
dream
no
faerie
flees
To
the
Slow
Nocturne
of
the Rising
Moon
.
Oh lustrous
Lady
of
the
Silver
Snake
,
Whisper
thy worshipper
if
his
pleadings
please
Thine
ear
;
oh,
merrier
music might
I
make
Murmurs
of
moonlit
meads
,
of
light
-
green
leas
Where
pagan
priests muttered
thy Mysteries
Before
the baleful
Birth
;
in
their
swaying
swoon
They
prophesied
palely
in
thy curious keys
To
the
Slow
Nocturne
of
the
Rising
Moon
.
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