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midnight by the stream I roved, To forget the form I loved. Image of Lewti! from my mind Depart; for Lewti is not kind.

The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam
 * And the shadow of a star

Heaved upon Tamaha's stream;
 * But the rock shone brighter far,

The rock half sheltered form my view By pendent boughs of tressy yew.— So shines my Lewti's forehead fair, Gleaming through her sable hair. Image of Lewti! from my mind Depart; for Lewti is not kind.