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 Youngling fair, and dear delight,

’Tis Love hath thee in keeping;

Green are the hills in morning light,

A long adieu to weeping!

The elfin-folk sing shrill a-ring;

Children afield are straying;

Dance, too, thou tiny, lovely thing,

For all the world's a-maying. Droop will the shadows of the night;

Quiet be thy sleeping.

Thou youngling fair, and dear delight,

’Tis Love hath thee in keeping. 24