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 Then slowly passes out of sight As a lily blossom set afloat.

The waves are quiet 'neath the darkened ledge, Enwrapped within an azure cloak serene: A sheer white dress floats on the water's edge, While nature softly whispers: "Geraldine!" And the waters' murmur: "Geraldine!" "Geraldine!"

'tis late at eve—the first of May, A night in May—'tis time for love, A love's lure sings the turtle dove. "Geraldine! Geraldine! Geraldine!"