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Snowless hang the clouds to-night,
Through the darkness comes no light;
     On this lonely pillow now,
Never more shall sleep alight.

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Like a star whose brightness grows
On the earth my beauty shows;
     Thou shalt long for yet, and seek
My dark eyes and arching brows.

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I beheld a dream last night,
Saw these haystacks all alight;--
     They have borne thy love away,--
Wilt not come and for her fight?

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Soft winds move beneath the trees
And thy locks wave in the breeze.
     Whilst thou roamest hill and field
Sleep my eyelids ever flees.

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For the mountain air I'd die,
For his form so fair I'd die,
     Now he's far off, for the eyes
That have seen him there I'd die.

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’Tis a moonlight night to-night,
Eyes so black and cheeks so bright.
     Give me but the one I love--
Peace to you then, and good-night!

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On my finger is a ring,
Crimson rubies, glistening.
     He that parts me from my love,--
Satan to his soul shall cling.

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Long and lone this night to me
Passing slow and wearily;
     Passing full of sighs and tears--
Love, what doth it bring to thee?

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Round the moon a halo grew,
In its depths the storm-cloud drew;
     Go and ask them who it was
Turned from me my lover true.

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Dainty is the frock I wear,
Bright the gauze upon my hair:
     Since my love is coy with me,
I'll be coy, and will not care!