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While the drowsy world is dreaming love! Then, awake! the heavens look bright, my dear! 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear! And the best of all ways To lengthen our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night, my                     dear! Now all the world is sleeping, love, But the sage, his star-watch keeping, love, And I, whose star, More glorious far, Is the eye from that casement peeping, love, Then, awake, till rise of sun, my dear! The sage's glass we'll shun, my dear! Or, in watching the flight Of bodies of light, He may happen to take thee for one, my                     dear!

—o — Ellen of the Dee.

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Where Dee's soft waters smoothly glide Thro' myrtle's flow'ry dale, Meek Ellen shone, in youthful pride, The beauty of the vale.