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BY MOONLIGHT.
Afoot at midnight. All the way
Is warm and sweet with scents of May.
Is warm and sweet with scents of May.
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The cocks are crowing hours too soon,
The dogs are barking far and near,
The frogs are croaking round the mere;
And in a tree the naked Moon
Is crouching down, as though she would
Her silvery-bosomed maidenhood
Conceal among the leaves, too thin
And small to hide her beauty in.
The dogs are barking far and near,
The frogs are croaking round the mere;
And in a tree the naked Moon
Is crouching down, as though she would
Her silvery-bosomed maidenhood
Conceal among the leaves, too thin
And small to hide her beauty in.
Dear Moon, 'tis I, thy friend—who pray
Thy company upon my way.
Thy company upon my way.
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