Inocente inconexión I

Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I'll pledge with mine
Or leave a kiss within a cup, and I won't ask for wine

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes...


...and when she got there, the cupboard was bare
And so her poor dog has none

Oh, give me a June night
The moonlight and you

So well go no more a-roving
So late into a night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears the breathe,
and love itself must rest.

Though the night was made for loving
and the day return too soon
Yet well go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon


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