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Rh But vootless wer the stwone avore &emsp;The house where I, the maïden’s guest, &emsp;At evenèn, woonce did zit at rest By moonlight on the door.

Though till the dawn, where night’s a-meäde &emsp;The day, the laughèn crowds be gaÿ, Let evenèn zink wi’ quiet sheäde, &emsp;Where I do hold my little swaÿ. An’ childern dear to my heart’s core, &emsp;A-sleep wi’ little heavèn breast, &emsp;That pank’d by day in plaÿ, do rest Wi’ moonlight on the door.

But still ’tis good, woonce now an’ then, &emsp;To rove where moonlight on the land Do show in vaïn, vor heedless men, &emsp;The road, the vield, the work in hand. When curtains be a-hung avore &emsp;The glitt’rèn windows, snowy white, &emsp;An’ vine-leaf sheädes do sheäke in light O’ moonlight on the door.

in the cool-aïr’d road I come by, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—in the night, Under the moon-clim’d height o’ the sky, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—in the night, There by the lime’s broad lim’s as I staÿ’d, Dark in the moonlight, bough’s sheädows plaÿ’d Up on the window-glass that did keep Lew vrom the wind, my true love asleep, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—in the night

While in the grey-wall’d height o’ the tow’r, &emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;—in the night,