Upon a midnight of lone decent
The death of my love I long repent
An eminent maiden from days of yore
I evermore grieve in absent adore
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Upon an evening's heart distress
I bereaved the lass of palm caress
Of all the consolation sought
Nil dare allay that which death wrought
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Thou the lass of heart's desire
A bloom of Eden's Garden
From thou charm my soul thee mire
My love aught dare to pardon
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