A Serenade

By Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I watch Inesilla

  Thy window beneath,

Deep slumbers the villa

  In night's dusky sheath.

Enamoured I linger,

  Close mantled, for thee--

With sword and with guitar,

  O look once on me!

Art sleeping? Wilt wake thee

  Guitar tones so light?

The argus-eyed greybeard

  My swift sword shall smite.

The ladder of ropes

  Throw me fearlessly now!

Dost falter? Hast thou, Sweet,

  Been false to thy vow?

I watch Inesilla

  Thy window beneath,

Deep slumbers the villa

  In night's dusky sheath!