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WAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon,
Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even :
Away! the gathering winds will call the dark
And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.
Pause not! The time is past! Every voice cries, Away!
Tempt not with one last tear thy friend's ungentle mood:
Thy lover's eye, so glazed and cold, dares not entreat thy stay:
Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude.
Away, away! to thy sad and silent home;
Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth; Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go
And complicate strange webs of melancholy mirth.
The leaves of wasted autumn woods shall float around thine head:
The blooms of dewy spring shall gleam beneath thy feet:
But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead,
Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile, ere thou and peace may meet.
The cloud shadows of midnight possess their
My baffled looks did fear yet dread
To meet thy looks - I could not know
To sit and curb the soul's mute rage
Hiding from many a c
Whilst thou alone, the
Upon my heart thy acc Of peace and pity fel On flowers half dead;
Mine tremblingly; t Their soft persuasion o Charming away its drea
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