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Wherefore does he tarry?
Welcome would he be ;
Many a kiss should meet him,
Come, O come to me!
O! he comes—I hear him,
Yes! I hear him now—
No! it was the breezes
Rustling in the bough.
What can have detained him—
Has some maiden's song?
Else he had not linger'd,
Linger'd there so long.
I had scatter'd flow'rets,
Flow'rets for his bed:
I had hung up ivy
Garlands o'er his head.
Has some lambkin wander'd—
Does he track it now
Down the craggy mountain
To the deeps below?
