Dani! Dani! burning bright
In the classroom at night,
What delicate hand or eye
Could frame thy bonny smile?
Couldn’t an angel in the skies
Be guided by thine shiny eyes?
On what verses dare thee inspire?
What the sight daren’t thee admire?
And what flower, & what yard.
Could fill the gardens of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What thee dreamed, was discreet?
What the mother? what the swain?
In what eden was thy domain?
What the force? what skilful creature
Dare paint more beautiful picture?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made Lula make thee?
Dani! Dani! burning bright
In the classroom at night,
What delicate hand or eye
Could frame thy bonny smile?
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