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THE GHOST'S LADY.
I.
Under the night,In the white moonshine,
Look thou for me
By the graveyard tree,
Lady of mine,
While the nightingales are in tune,
And the quaint little snakes in the grass
Lift their silver heads to the moon.
2.
Blushing with love,In the white moonshine,
Lie in my arms,
So, safe from alarms,
Lady of mine,
While the nightingales are in tune,
And the quaint little snakes in the grass
Lift their silver heads to the moon.
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3.
Paler art thouThan the white moonshine:
Ho! thou art lost—
Thou lovest a Ghost,
Lady of mine!
While the nightingales are in tune,
And the quaint little snakes in the grass
Lift their silver heads to the moon.
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