Look From Thy Lattice, Love.

By George Pope Morris

Look from thy lattice, love —

Listen to me!

The cool, balmy breeze

Is abroad on the sea!

The moon, like a queen,

Roams her realms above,

And naught is awake

But the spirit of love.

Ere morn's golden light

Tips the hills with its ray,

Away o'er the waters —

Away and away!

Then look from thy lattice, love —

Listen to me.

While the moon lights the sky,

And the breeze curls the sea!

Look from thy lattice, love —

Listen to me!

In the voyage of life,

Love our pilot will be!

He'll sit at the helm

Wherever we rove,

And steer by the load-star

He kindled above!

His gem-girdled shallop

Will cut the bright spray,

Or skim, like a bird,

O'er the waters away!

Then look from thy lattice, love —

Listen to me,

While the moon lights the sky,

And the breeze curls the sea!