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A WINTRY MOOR AT NIGHT.
My way led o'er a wintry waste
When evening shades were falling,
And the soft sheep-bells rung in haste
The fleecy flocks were calling,—
For still a few had strayed afield
To wander mid the heather,
Seeking the food the hill-sides yield
Despite such withering weather.
Chorus. A wintry moor! A wintry moor!
Alone at dark of night,
Where in the world may one procure
More desolate a sight?
When evening shades were falling,
And the soft sheep-bells rung in haste
The fleecy flocks were calling,—
For still a few had strayed afield
To wander mid the heather,
Seeking the food the hill-sides yield
Despite such withering weather.
Chorus. A wintry moor! A wintry moor!
Alone at dark of night,
Where in the world may one procure
More desolate a sight?
Black barren rocks were on the right,
Uprising bleak and lone,
Like the fabled forms of men of might
Fast petrified to stone.
And far and wide on every side,
The mazy mist extended,
Slowly its mass did upwards glide,
Till with the sky it blended.
Chorus. A wintry moor! etc.
Uprising bleak and lone,
Like the fabled forms of men of might
Fast petrified to stone.
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The mazy mist extended,
Slowly its mass did upwards glide,
Till with the sky it blended.
Chorus. A wintry moor! etc.
I thought of deeds of darkness done
On that drear waste so lonely!
That there had perished many an one
For lack of succour only.
And I strode along with swifter pace,
A thrill o'er my bosom stealing,
Reaching at last my resting-place
With pleasurable feeling.
Chorus. A wintry moor! etc.
On that drear waste so lonely!
That there had perished many an one
For lack of succour only.
And I strode along with swifter pace,
A thrill o'er my bosom stealing,
Reaching at last my resting-place
With pleasurable feeling.
Chorus. A wintry moor! etc.
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