'Tis time to part, thou hearest That hateful watchman's cry. WATCHMAN. Past one o'clock-past one. Yet stay a moment longer The wish to stay grows stronger, The more 'tis time to go? Now wrap thy cloak about thee The hours must sure go wrong, For when they're past without thee, They're, oh, ten times as long. WATCHMAN. Past three o'clock — past three. Again that dreadful warning! WATCHMAN. Past three o'clock-past three. Good night, good night. SAY, WHAT SHALL WE DANCE? SAY, what shall we dance? Shall we bound along the moonlight plain, Shall we, like those who rove Strike the gay chords, Let us hear each strain from ev'ry shore That music haunts, or young feet wander o'er. Hark! 'tis the light march, to whose measured time, The Polish lady, by her lover led, Delights through gay saloons with step untired to tread. Or sweeter still through moonlight walks Whose shadows serve to hide The blush that's raised by him who talks Of love the while by her side, Then comes the smooth waltz, to whose floating sound Like dreams we go gliding around, Say, which shall we dance? which shall we dance? THE EVENING GUN. REMEMBER'ST thou that setting sun, When loud we heard the evening gun Far o'er the verge of day, Oft, when the toils of day are done, In pensive dreams of thee, I sit to hear that evening gun, Peal o'er the stormy sea. Boom!- and while, o'er billows curl'd, The distant sounds decay, I weep and wish, from this rough world Like them to die away. |