Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By Serenade SongWilliam Crafts (17871826)
B
Elude his silken snare,
And guard thy tender bosom
From anguish and despair.
Though by the stars he swear;
The night is past! already
The stars do disappear.
The morning star alone,
Just like a maid complaining
When all her hopes are gone.