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THE ROWAN TREE.
Will she meet me at the high light
Of a glaring summer noon,
Or some turning in the twilight
And a mist-belated moon?
Or when dawn is young and tender, with an unarisen splendour,
She will surely meet me soon?
Others may be false and fickle,
And with feigned caresses dear
Fondly love to tease and tickle
Empty heart and idle ear.
But my darling is as loyal, as her nature must be royal
And without a fault or fear.
Of a glaring summer noon,
Or some turning in the twilight
And a mist-belated moon?
Or when dawn is young and tender, with an unarisen splendour,
She will surely meet me soon?
Others may be false and fickle,
And with feigned caresses dear
Fondly love to tease and tickle
Empty heart and idle ear.
But my darling is as loyal, as her nature must be royal
And without a fault or fear.
Hallowe'en is drawing nearer,
And the rowan tree grows red
With a promise written clearer
As each leaf is lightly shed;
And I know that when the shadows fall upon the moor and meadows,
I shall see her haloed head.
Others may delight to cozen
Foolish lives of faithless men,
She would come if rolled a dozen
Seas betwixt her and my ken;
And if I am true and ready, at the tree with footstep steady
She will surely meet me then.
And the rowan tree grows red
With a promise written clearer
As each leaf is lightly shed;
And I know that when the shadows fall upon the moor and meadows,
I shall see her haloed head.
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Foolish lives of faithless men,
She would come if rolled a dozen
Seas betwixt her and my ken;
And if I am true and ready, at the tree with footstep steady
She will surely meet me then.
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