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SONG TO THE HARVEST MOON.
In the deep silence of the night,
We come, O Harvest Moon!
To dance beneath thy gentle light,
To many a merry tune:
We come, whilst thou in thoughtful sheen
Art beaming from the blue,
Through wild wood lone and meadow green,
When falls the mellow dew!
To pledge at midnight's solemn noon
A health to thee, O Harvest Moon!
We come, O Harvest Moon!
To dance beneath thy gentle light,
To many a merry tune:
We come, whilst thou in thoughtful sheen
Art beaming from the blue,
Through wild wood lone and meadow green,
When falls the mellow dew!
To pledge at midnight's solemn noon
A health to thee, O Harvest Moon!
Whilst thou alone dost beam on high,
In jolly groups we pass,
Among the sheaves of corn and rye,
To drain the brimming glass;
Or go, when song and dance are o'er,
A-roaming through the wheat,
Or whisper love, in thickets hoar,
To many a maiden sweet,
Calling on thee, at midnight's noon,
To hear our vows, O Harvest Moon!
In jolly groups we pass,
Among the sheaves of corn and rye,
To drain the brimming glass;
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A-roaming through the wheat,
Or whisper love, in thickets hoar,
To many a maiden sweet,
Calling on thee, at midnight's noon,
To hear our vows, O Harvest Moon!
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