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doth the maiden turn away From voice so sweet, and words so dear? Why doth the maiden turn away, When love and flattery woo her ear? And rarely that enchanted twain, Whisper in woman's ear in vain.

The maiden seeks her lonely bower, Although her father's guests are met; She knows it is the midnight hour, She knows the first pale star is set, And now the silver moon-beams wake The spirits of the haunted Lake.