Mary Mary list ! Awake

Printed &Sold by J. Pitts No. 14. Great
St. Andrew street, Seven Dials

MARY, dear Mary, list ! awake !
And now like the moon thy slumbers break
There is not a taper, and scarcely a sound,
To be seen or be hea d in the cottages round;
The watch-dog is silent, thy father sleeps,
But love like the breeze, to thy window creeps,
But love like the breeze, &c
The moonlight seems list'ning all over the land
To the whisper of angels, of angels, like thee :
O lift but a moment the sash with thy hand,
And kiss but that hand to me my love,
Mary ! kiss but that hand to me my love,
Mary ! kiss but that hand to me.

Gently awake, and gentle rise !
O for a kiss to unclose thine eyes !
The vapour of sleep should fly softly the while
As the breath on thy looking glass break at the
smile :
And then I would whisper thee never to fear,
For Heav'n is all round thee when true love is
near,
Just under the woodbine, dear Mary, I stand,
Still looking and list'ning for thee !
O lift for a moment the sash with thy hand,
And kiss but that hand to me ;
My love Mary !

Hark ! Do I see thee ? Yes, 'tis thou !
And now there's thy hand, & I hear thee now !
Thou look'st like a rose in a chrystal stream,
For thy face, love, is bath'd in the moon-light
gleam
And oh could my kisses like stream-circles rise
To dip in thy dimples & spread round thine eyes
And oh to be lost in a night such as this,
In the arms of an angel like thee !
Nay, stay but a moment, one moment of bliss,
and smile but forgiveness to me !
My love Mary !

Nobody, sweet, can hear our sighs !
Thy voice just comes on the soft air and dies,
Dost thou gaze on the moon ? I have gaz'd, as I
rove,
(on love,
Till I thought it has breath'd Heaven's blessing
Till I've stretch'd out my arms & my tears have
begun

And nature, & Heaven. & thou seem'd but one.
Adieu. my sweet Mary, the moons in the west,
And the leaves shine with tear-drops like thee,
So draw in thy charms and betake thee to rest.
O thou dearer than life to me,
My love Mary !