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Literary Gazette, 24th January, 1835, Page 59
The Message.—Anon.
A moment, ladye nightingale!
A maiden sits alone,
With the moonlight falling round her—
My loved one, and my own.
Say sweetest things, in singing,
To this dear love of mine;
I cannot trust my messages
To any voice but thine.L. E. L.
