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VI. FIREFLY
The Indian lover burst
From his lone cot by night;—
When Love hath lit my First
In hearts by Passion nurst,
Oh who shall quench the light?
From his lone cot by night;—
When Love hath lit my First
In hearts by Passion nurst,
Oh who shall quench the light?
The Indian left the shore;
He heard the night-wind sing,
And cursed the tardy oar,
And wished that he could soar
Upon my Second's wing.
He heard the night-wind sing,
And cursed the tardy oar,
And wished that he could soar
Upon my Second's wing.
The blast came cold and damp;
But all the voyage through
I lent my lingering lamp,
As o'er the marshy swamp
He paddled his canoe.
But all the voyage through
I lent my lingering lamp,
As o'er the marshy swamp
He paddled his canoe.
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