Джордж Гордон Байрон (George Gordon Byron)

Song (Breeze of the night in gentler sighs)

1.

Breeze of the night in gentler sighs
⁠   More softly murmur o'er the billow;
For Slumber seals my Fanny's eyes,
⁠   And Peace must never shun her pillow.

2.

Or breathe those sweet Æolian strains
⁠   Stolen from celestial spheres above,
To charm her ear while some remains,
⁠   And soothe her soul to dreams of love.

3.

But Breeze of night again forbear,
⁠   In softest murmurs only sigh;
Let not a Zephyr's pinion dare
   ⁠To lift those auburn locks on high.

4.

Chill is thy Breath, thou breeze of night!
   ⁠Oh! ruffle not those lids of Snow;
For only Morning's cheering light
⁠   May wake the beam that lurks below.

5.

Blest be that lip and azure eye!
⁠   Sweet Fanny, hallowed be thy Sleep!
Those lips shall never vent a sigh,
   ⁠Those eyes may never wake to weep. 

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