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 ‘O weep not, golden maiden! O what has come to thee? For thee has ever, ever, My heart beat loyally.’

Thereon with fond affection Her to my heart I press, And all intoxicated I swim in happiness.

The calm still moon forth issued, All wan and pale was she, And when I kiss’d my darling, She smil’d our bliss to see.

To meet again to-morrow We faithful promise made, But something rustled near us,— O how we were afraid!

Then I at length arising Accompanied her home, And still I gave her kisses— What’s that to any one?