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My young love said to me,"My mother won't
And my father won't slight
For your lack of kind
"And she stepped away from

Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise

EY bear him to his resting-place— In slow procession sweeping by; I follow at a stranger's space; His kindred they, his sweetheart I
Unchanged my gown of garish dye, Though sable-sad is their attire; But they stand round with griefless eye, W...

When I am sitting at the window,
Through the panes, which the snow blurs,
I see the lovely images, hers,
She passes… passes… passes by…Over me grief has thrown its veil:-Less a creature in this

How clear she shines
How quietlyI lie beneath her guardian light;
While heaven and earth are whispering me,"To morrow, wake, but dream to-night
"Yes,

Ще щебече у садочку
Пісню любую весноньці молодій,
Ще щебече, як віддавна щебетав,
Своїм співом весну красную вітав

I feel horrible
She doesn't love me and I wander aroundlike a sewing machinethat's just finished sewinga turd to a garbage can lid

O had she not been fair and thus unkind,
Then had no finger pointed at my lightness;
The world had never known what I do find,
And clouds obscure had shaded still her brightness

This afternoon, my love, speaking to yousince I could see that in your face and walkI failed in coming close to you with talk,
I wanted you to see my heart
Love, whosupported me in what I longed to do,conquered the impossible to attain

Amarantha, sweet and fair,
Ah, braid no more that shining hair
As my curious hand or
Hovering round thee, let it fly

Even when she walks she seems to dance
Her garments writhe and glisten like long snakes obedient to the rhythm of the wands by which a fakir wakens them to grace
Like both the desert and the desert sky insensible to human suffering, and ...

She has made me wayside posies: here they stand,
Bringing fresh memories of where they grew
As new-come travellers from a world we knew Wake every while some image of their land,
So these whose buds our woodland breezes fanned Bring...