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116 Hoot owl in the hollow mopes with solemn mien. Birds have gone to rest In each tree-top nest; Cotton fields a-shimmer flash forth silver-green. O’er the wild cane brake, Whip-poor-wills awake, And they speak in tender voicings, Heart, of You. Answering my call, Through the leafy hall, Telling how I’m waiting for your tripping, Sue. All the world is glad, Just because I’m mad. Sense-bereft am I through my great love for you. Night is all a-smile, Happy all the while. That is why my heart so filled with song o’erflows. I have tarried long, Lilting here my song. And I’ll ever waiting be till life’s step slows. Come to me, my girl, Precious more than pearl, I’ll be waiting for you where the grapevine grows. How my heart doth yearn, And with anguish burn, Hungry for sweet pains awaked with your embrace. Starward goes my cry. Echo hears my sigh. Heaven itself its pity at my plight shows trace. Parson waits to wed. Soon the nuptials said. I’ve a rose-clad cottage reared for you to grace.