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H, take away those haunting eyes That come with the moonlight still. When the heavy clouds forsake the skies, And the rain goes over the hill.

Oh, take away what that lovely hand On the wild sea-margin writ. Let the wind hide it in the sand And the sea roll over it!

Oh, lost one, lost one, of whom I dreamed! On the long white road 'twas you Who always before me wavered and gleamed, Who always towards me turned and seemed The heart's desire come true.

By lonely bridges where ancient floods Flowed towards lands unknown, 'Twas you, O child of a thousand moods, Who waited for me alone!

But now, oh now that you've touched me and fled The long white roads grow cold; And the water at every bridge's head Flows darker than of old.

Oh, take away those haunting eyes That come with the moonlight still. Let the heavy clouds cover the skies And the rain cover the hill!