Wide Thro' The Azure Blue And Bright Serenely Floats The Lamp Of Night; The Sleeping Waves Forget To Move, And Silent Is The Cedar Grove; Each Breeze Suspended Seems To Say - "Now, Leline, For Thy Roundelay!" My Delia'S Lids Are Clos'D In Rest; Ah! Were Her Pillow But My Breast! Go, Dreams! One Gentle Word Impart, In Whispers Place Me By Her Heart; While Near Her Door I'll Fondly Stray, And Sooth Her With My Roundelay. But, Ah! The Night Draws In Her Shade, And Glimm'Ring Stars Reluctant Fade: Yet Sleep, My Love! Nor May'St Thou Feel The Pangs Which Griefs Like Mine Reveal: Adieu! For Morning'S On His Way, And Bids Me Close My Roundelay.