Mitford, Mary Russell, "The Lover's Invocation: Imitated from an Unpublished French Poem." in The Bijou; (London: William Pickering , 1828)
   
      
         
            
               The Bijou; 
               or Annual of Literature and the Arts
            
            compiled by William Fraser
            
            
               
                  William Pickering
               
               London
            
            1828
            
               
                  pp. 191-192
               
            
         
      
      
         
             191 
            
               The Lover's Invocation: 
               Imitated from an Unpublished French Poem
            
            
               By Miss Mitford
            
            
               COME night, and spread thy shadowy veil
               Across the still too glorious sky!
               Come night, dark, silent, misty, pale, — 
               As best befits a lover's sigh!
               Suspend the course of yonder rill
               That murmurs o'er the mossy ground;
               My Julia comes — be still! be still!
               For love will fly the lightest sound.
            
            
            
               Come night, and wrap in heaviest sleep
               The guardian harsh who caused me to woe,
               His senses in sweet visions steep,
               And laughing lies around him throw!
               Oh! be he cradled in such dreams
               As poets view with waking eyes!
               Prolong the soul enchanting themes,
               And charm the doubt that never dies!
            
            
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               Come night! — For see across the green,
               Hies with quick step the timid maid — 
               Hush the soft breeze that lulled the scene,
               And bid the silvery moon- beam fade!
               For she, that timorous maid, would start
               E'en at thy stars' mild lustre, night!
               List trembling to her beating heart,
               And fly the glow- worm's emerald light.