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THE RUNAWAY.
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Dark clouds are shadingThe day,—the day;
Sunlight is fading
Away,—away;
I've won from the warden
The key,—the key,
And the steed's in the garden
For me,—for me.
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Locks of my motherSo white,—so white,—
Frowns of my father
Good night,—good night!
From turret and tower
I'm free,—I'm free,
And your rage has no power
O'er me,—o'er me.
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Shriller is grievingThe blast,—the blast;
Lo, the waves heaving
At last,—at last!
'Twas here he, the bold one,
Should be,—should be;
And lingers he, cold one?
Ah me!—ah me!
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Vain is thy chiding,For hark!—for hark!
Hither 'tis gliding
The hark,—the bark!
Joyously over
The sea—the sea
Shell waft my brave lover
With me,—with me!
April, 1832
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