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