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HAREBELL IN THE HEATHER.
(AFTER GOETHE, AND TO SCHUBERT'S MUSIC.)
Blithe are maids thy bloom to greet,
Harebell in the heather;
For young lovers, wont to meet
Whispering low in twilight sweet,
Press on thee together,
And thy droop betrays their feet
Harebell in the heather.
Harebell in the heather;
For young lovers, wont to meet
Whispering low in twilight sweet,
Press on thee together,
And thy droop betrays their feet
Harebell in the heather.
If she come again at eve,
Harebell in the heather,
In thy cup one tear receive
Just to prove a heart can grieve
Faithless altogether:
They should weep who dare deceive,
Harebell in the heather.
Harebell in the heather,
In thy cup one tear receive
Just to prove a heart can grieve
Faithless altogether:
They should weep who dare deceive,
Harebell in the heather.
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