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380 An’ still beheäve as you begun To seek the love that you’ve a-won &emsp;&emsp;When woonce in dewy June, In hours o’ hope soft eyes did flash, Each bright below his sheädy lash, &emsp;&emsp;A-glisnèn to the moon.

Think how her girlhood met noo ceäre To peäle the bloom her feäce did weär, An’ how her glossy temple prest Her pillow down, in still-feäced rest, While sheädes o’ window bars did vall In moonlight on the gloomy wall, &emsp;&emsp;In cool-aïr’d nights o’ June; The while her lids, wi’ bendèn streäks O’ lashes, met above her cheäks, &emsp;&emsp;A-bloomèn to the moon.

Think how she left her childhood’s pleäce, An’ only sister’s long-known feäce, An’ brother’s jokes so much a-miss’d, An’ mother’s cheäk, the last a-kiss’d; An’ how she lighted down avore Her new abode, a husband’s door, &emsp;&emsp;Your weddèn night in June; Wi’ heart that beät wi’ hope an’ fear, While on each eye-lash hung a tear, &emsp;&emsp;A-glisnèn to the moon.

Think how her father zot all dum’, A-thinkèn on her, back at hwome, The while grey axan gather’d thick, On dyèn embers, on the brick; An’ how her mother look’d abrode, Drough window, down the moon-bright road,