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SONG III.
[When a shade is on the wood]
I
When a shade is on the wood,Where the nightingale is singing,
And echoes roll along the flood,
From the vesper-bell slow-swinging,
Meet me in the Primrose Dell.
II
When the wind goes whispering by,Stealing fragrance from the rose;
When the moon climbs up the sky,
And the blackbird seeks repose,—
Meet me in the Primrose Dell.
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III
When the bells of flowers are folding,Bowed by dews which on them rest;
While the stars are up, and holding
Converse on the night's blue breast,
Meet me in the Primrose Dell.
IV
When the leaves sleep on the hill,Where the new hay smelleth sweet,
And all around us is so still,
We can hear our fond hearts beat,
Meet me in the Primrose Dell.
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