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[The moon is down, the wind is high]
The moon is down, the wind is high,
The rain is fastly flowing,
But, ah! the midnight hour is nigh,
And I must needs be going!
For to my love I swore, by Jove!
That I this night would meet her;
Then blow, ye winds, and flow, ye rains,
You'll make me speed the fleeter.
The rain is fastly flowing,
But, ah! the midnight hour is nigh,
And I must needs be going!
For to my love I swore, by Jove!
That I this night would meet her;
Then blow, ye winds, and flow, ye rains,
You'll make me speed the fleeter.
Love needs no light, for he is blind!
Thou, moon, need'st not arise;
And flow, thou rain, and blow, thou wind,
Love's used to tears and sighs!
My fair is all in all to me,
My world lies in her cheeks!
Oh moon, appear—the maid I see!
Be hush'd, ye winds—she speaks!
Thou, moon, need'st not arise;
And flow, thou rain, and blow, thou wind,
Love's used to tears and sighs!
My fair is all in all to me,
My world lies in her cheeks!
Oh moon, appear—the maid I see!
Be hush'd, ye winds—she speaks!
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