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Here by the moorway you returned,
And saw the borough lights
That lit your face — all
To be in a week the face of the dead,

"Don't drive me away, But hear what I say: Bad men want the gold; They will steal it to-night, And you must take flight; So be quiet and busy and bold
" "Slip away with me, And you will see What a wise little thing am I; For th...