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 O have you seen the Pine Lady, Or heard her how she sings ? Have you heard her play Your soul away On a harp with moonbeam strings ? In a palace all of the night-black pine She hides like a queen all day, Till a moonbeam knocks on her secret tree, And she opens her door with a silver key While the village clocks Are striking bed Nine times sleepily. O come and hear the Pine Lady, Up in the haunted wood ! The stars are rising, the moths are flitting, The owls are calling, The dew is falling ; And, high in the boughs Of her haunted house The moon and she are sitting. Out on the moor the night-jar drones Rough-throated love, The beetle comes With his sudden drums And many a silent unseen thing Frightens your cheek with its ghostly wing;