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UNDER THE MOON.
Brownies, and goblins, and kelpies, and fays,
Dance it away in the greenwood maze,
Or merrily swing on the aspen's sprays,
While glowworms are setting the sward in a blaze,
                  Under the moon.

Young eyes from young eyes are gathering light,
Hearts beat the faster as Luna grows bright;
And Love claps his soft wings with all his might,
Forgetting he's wandered so late in the night,
                  Under the moon.

The language that charms, and the voices that fill
Our fond bosoms with bliss, are more exquisite still
When blent with the wind sighing over the hill,
Or the musical chime of the shimmering rill,
                  Under the moon.

Sorrow is taking its desolate way,
Where the grave-grass is kiss'd by the quivering ray,
And tears that were dried by the sunshine of day,
Are falling again on the mouldering clay,
                  Under the moon.

The blighted in feeling, the sad yet the proud,
Whose soul-wearing grief is too deep to be loud,
Who have smiles for the noontide and jests for the crowd,
Now wander unmark'd, with their throbbing heads bowed,
                  Under the moon.

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