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THE MOONLIT WORLD.
There are six trees against the wall—
Three true, and three of shadow;
The moonlight throws our gables tall
Again upon the meadow.
A strange, cool world we dwell in here,
Removed from daily trouble,
Where all above is sapphire clear,
And all below is double!
Three true, and three of shadow;
The moonlight throws our gables tall
Again upon the meadow.
A strange, cool world we dwell in here,
Removed from daily trouble,
Where all above is sapphire clear,
And all below is double!
Yes, here with pleasure could we stay,
In beauty thus benighted,
Although the glaring lamp of day
Should never more be lighted.
What say you, boys? shall it be done?
Shall we all night be waking,
And go to sleep whene'er the sun
Comes o'er our borders breaking?
In beauty thus benighted,
Although the glaring lamp of day
Should never more be lighted.
What say you, boys? shall it be done?
Shall we all night be waking,
And go to sleep whene'er the sun
Comes o'er our borders breaking?
‘We will!’ says Willie, kindling bold,
With moonlit fancies dawning;
But Jamie says, ‘It would be cold!’
And scarce can keep from yawning.
Be off then, both of you, to bed,
Like kind and loving brothers—
The moon may haunt one's dreaming head,
The sun still hold the other's!
With moonlit fancies dawning;
But Jamie says, ‘It would be cold!’
And scarce can keep from yawning.
Be off then, both of you, to bed,
Like kind and loving brothers—
The moon may haunt one's dreaming head,
The sun still hold the other's!
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