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 "There came a sound of weeping
 * To the Miller in his Mill:

Red roses in a thicket
 * Bloomed over near his wheel;

"Three stars shone wild and brightly
 * Above the forest dim:

But never his dearest son
 * Returns again to him.

"The cuckoo shall call 'Cuckoo!'
 * In vain along the vale—

The linnet, and the blackbird,
 * The mournful nightingale;

"The Miller hears and sees not,
 * Thinking of his son;

His toppling wheel is silent;
 * His grinding done.

"'You doves so white,' he weepeth,
 * 'You roses on the tree,

You stars that shine so brightly,
 * You shine in vain for me!

"'I bade him follow, follow!'
 * He said, 'O Father dear,

These doves so white will lead me far
 * But never bring me near.'". ..