CHORDS.

Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea,— How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars,— Discovered goddess of what naked loves!—

Maiden of dreams and aromatic sleep, Thou liest. Thy long instrument against Thy god-voluptuous sensuousness of hip Pure iridescent pearl of ocean slopes:

Tempestuous silent color-melodies Pulse glimmering from it beaten by the moon,— Soft songs the white hands of white shadows touch.— Magnetic star set slumberous over night,

Watch with me this superior star of Earth Good Heaven was kind to grant me: Trembler, Like some soft bird, dream, while I sing to thee — Dream, languid ardor, my Dulcinea, dream.