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I
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Strings
in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
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II
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The
twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
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III
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At
that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the
skies,
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IV
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When
the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,
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V
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Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair,
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VI
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I
would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
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VII
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My
love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
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VIII
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Who
goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?
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IX
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Winds
of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
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X
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Bright
cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
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XI
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Bid
adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days,
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XII
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What
counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
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XIII
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Go
seek her out all courteously,
And say I come,
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XIV
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My
dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise!
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XV
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From
dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love’s deep slumber and
from death,
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XVI
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O
cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go
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XVII
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Because
your voice was at my sidew
I gave him pain,
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XVIII
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O
sweetheart, hear you
Your lover’s tale;
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XIX
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Be
not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
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XX
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In
the dark pine-wood
I would we lay,
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XXI
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He
who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
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XXII
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Of
that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain—
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XXIII
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This
heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is,
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XXIV
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Silently
she’s combing,
Combing her long hair,
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XXV
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Lightly
come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
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XXVI
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Thou
leanest to the shell of night,
Dear lady, a divining ear.
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XXVII
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Though
I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
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XXVIII
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Gentle
lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
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XXIX
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Dear
heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
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XXX
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Love
came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played
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XXXI
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O,
it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
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XXXII
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Rain
has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
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XXXIII
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Now,
O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
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XXXIV
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Sleep
now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
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XXXV
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All
day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
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XXXVI
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I
hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses
plunging, foam about their knees:
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