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I. good-night to thee, love, a fair good-night to thee; And pleasant be thy path, love, though it end not with me. Liking light as ours, was never meant to last— It was a moment's phantasy, and as such it hath past.

II. We met in lighted halls, and our spirits took their tone; Like other dreams of midnight, with colder morning flown;— And thinkest thou to ever win a single tear from me? Lightly won and lightly lost, love, I shed no tear for thee!

III. Thy words were courtly flattery, such sink like morning dew; But oh! love takes another tone, the tender and the true.