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There's a cry from out the loneliness—oh, listen, Honey, listen! Do you hear it, do you fear it, you're a-holding of me so? You're a-sobbing in your sleep, dear, and your lashes, how they glisten— Do you hear the Little Voices all a-begging me to go?

All a-begging me to leave you. Day and night they're pleading, praying, On the North-wind, on the West-wind, from the peak and from the plain; Night and day they never leave me—do you know what they are saying? "He was ours before you got him, and we want him once again."