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THE MOON PRINCE.
Yester eve my prince and I
From our window watched the sky;
Through the branches bare and brown
Of our elm, the moon looked down—
Looked inquiring at my prince!
I've been troubled ever since.
From our window watched the sky;
Through the branches bare and brown
Of our elm, the moon looked down—
Looked inquiring at my prince!
I've been troubled ever since.
Often had I wondered where
Got my prince that regal air,
And that smile so fair and full,
As of one that's born to rule
Now I know, alas! too soon;
He's a scion of the moon!
Got my prince that regal air,
And that smile so fair and full,
As of one that's born to rule
Now I know, alas! too soon;
He's a scion of the moon!
Heedfully at eve must I
Hide my treasure from the sky;
Curtains drawn and lamps alight
May defy the searching night;
While the lone moon waits without
Longing for my prince, no doubt!
Hide my treasure from the sky;
Curtains drawn and lamps alight
May defy the searching night;
While the lone moon waits without
Longing for my prince, no doubt!
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