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MEET ME THERE.
I
When the lingering daylight closesO'er the lily's graceful breast;
When the moonbeam on the roses
Glitters like a bridal vest;
By the stream through Devon flowing
Like some faint and fairy strain,
Meet me, in thy beauty glowing,
Meet me there—my own sweet Jane!
II
For the daylight first shall perishNe'er to bless my waking sight,
And the moonbeam fail to cherish
Love's own roses through the night;
And the stream be mute for ever
Through sweet Devon's lonely plain,—
Heart and soul and feeling sever—
Ere I cease to love my Jane!
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