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 Far, far away! Ye rocks divide!

Ye vales! be level as a plain;

Fall down, ye woods, my love that hide,

And let me see her face again—

And bless me with one living glance,

Of that enrapturing countenance.

the kingly palace garden

Blooms a roselet fair and bright,

See, it has been sprinkled over

With repeated dews of night.

the kingly palace garden,

See the bud that rose-tree bears;

Twice—my lovely maid—at even,

Twice—hath bath'd it with her tears.

the kingly palace garden,

There we poured our last adieu!

And behind that lovely rose-tree,

Gave our parting kisses too.