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| THE SUN upon the lake is low, | |
| The wild birds hush their song, | |
| The hills have evening’s deepest glow, | |
| Yet Leonard tarries long. | |
| Now all whom varied toil and care | 5 |
| From home and love divide, | |
| In the calm sunset may repair | |
| Each to the loved one’s side. | |
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| The noble dame, on turret high, | |
| Who waits her gallant knight, | 10 |
| Looks to the western beam to spy | |
| The flash of armour bright. | |
| The village maid, with hand on brow | |
| The level ray to shade, | |
| Upon the footpath watches now | 15 |
| For Colin’s darkening plaid. | |
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| Now to their mates the wild swans row, | |
| By day they swam apart, | |
| And to the thicket wanders slow | |
| The hind beside the hart. | 20 |
| The woodlark at his partner’s side | |
| Twitters his closing song— | |
| All meet whom day and care divide, | |
| But Leonard tarries long! | |
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