My lady Mary, lovely Mystic Moon,
Didn't you hear before I wept so loud?
You've not arisen in my thoughts too soon.
Those storm-racked clouds across my mind were strewn
To darken skies of sun-lit love I vowed,
My lady Mary, lovely Mystic Moon.
The lonely hours since dreary yesternoon
Uncolored earth beneath a gloomy shroud ...
You've not arisen in my thoughts too soon.
Will you forget you heard my heart impugn
Your golden realms, if I confess I'm proud,
My lady Mary, lovely Mystic Moon?
The strings were playing soft a throbbing tune
And dancers swayed to please a dark-eyed crowd...
You've not arisen in my thoughts too soon.
Forgive me, if untimely importune -
Kneeling before you, head in sorrow bowed,
My lady Mary, lovely Mystic Moon,
You've not arisen in my thoughts too soon.
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