Aubade for R.

Awake, awake!
Or dawn will break
      Without you there for it to see;
      And then the sun will downcast be
          And sorely chide me.

No, sleep - oh sleep!
I'd rather keep
      (What care I for skies of blue?
      Only I will gaze on you.)
          You dreaming here beside me.

Awake, and then
You'll sleep again
      With me, in my embrace;
          If not the moon, why should the sun blush?
          Awake, and soon I'll see the flush
      Of pleasure dawning on your face.


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