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Are you sleeping have you forgotten do not sleep my sister dear	A
How can you sleep the morning brings the day I hate and fear	A
The cock has crow'd already once he crows before his time	B
Awake the creeping glimmer steals the hills are white with rime	B
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II	C
Ah clasp me in your arms sister ah fold me to your breast	D
Ah let me weep my fill once more and cry myself to rest	D
To rest to rest and wake no more were better rest for me	B
Than to waken every morning to that face I loathe to see	B
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III	C
I envied your sweet slumber all night so calm you lay	E
The night was calm the morn is calm and like another day	E
But I could wish yon moaning sea would rise and burst the shore	F
And such a whirlwind blow these woods as never blew before	F
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IV	G
For one by one the stars went down across the gleaming pane	H
And project after project rose and all of them were vain	H
The blackthorn blossom fades and falls and leaves the bitter sloe	I
The hope I catch at vanishes and youth is turn'd to woe	I
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V	G
Come speak a little comfort all night I pray'd with tears	J
And yet no comfort came to me and now the morn appears	K
When he will tear me from your side who bought me for his slave	G
This father pays his debt with me and weds me to my grave	G
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VI	G
What father this or mine was he who on that summer day	E
When I had fall'n from off the crag we clamber'd up in play	E
Found fear'd me dead and groan'd and took and kiss'd me and again	L
He kiss'd me and I loved him then he was my father then	L
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VII	G
No father now the tyrant vassal of a tyrant vice	M
The Godless Jephtha vows his child to one cast of the dice	M
These ancient woods this Hall at last will go perhaps have gone	N
Except his own meek daughter yield her life heart soul to one	O
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VIII	G
To one who knows I scorn him O the formal mocking bow	P
The cruel smile the courtly phrase that masks his malice now	P
But often in the sidelong eyes a gleam of all things ill	Q
It is not Love but Hate that weds a bride against her will	Q
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IX	M
Hate that would pluck from this true breast the locket that I wear	R
The precious crystal into which I braided Edwin's hair	R
The love that keeps this heart alive beats on it night and day	E
One golden curl his golden gift before he past away	E
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X	M
He left us weeping in the woods his boat was on the sand	S
How slowly down the rocks he went how loth to quit the land	S
And all my life was darken'd as I saw the white sail run	O
And darken up that lane of light into the setting sun	O
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XI	M
How often have we watch'd the sun fade from us thro' the West	D
And follow Edwin to those isles those islands of the Blest	D
Is he not there would I were there the friend the bride the wife	G
With him where summer never dies with Love the Sun of life	G
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XII	M
O would I were in Edwin's arms once more to feel his breath	T
Upon my cheek on Edwin's ship with Edwin ev'n in death	T
Tho' all about the shuddering wreck the death white sea should rave	G
Or if lip were laid to lip on the pillows of the wave	G
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XIII	M
Shall I take him I kneel with him I swear and swear forsworn	U
To love him most whom most I loathe to honour whom I scorn	U
The Fiend would yell the grave would yawn my mother's ghost would rise	M
To lie to lie in God's own house the blackest of all lies	M
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XIV	G
Why rather than that hand in mine tho' every pulse would freeze	M
I'd sooner fold an icy corpse dead of some foul disease	M
Wed him I will not wed him let them spurn me from the doors	M
And I will wander till I die about the barren moors	M
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XV	G
The dear mad bride who stabb'd her bridegroom on her bridal night	V
If mad then I am mad but sane if she were in the right	V
My father's madness makes me mad but words are only words	M
I am not mad not yet not quite There listen how the birds	M
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XVI	G
Begin to warble yonder in the budding orchard trees	M
The lark has past from earth to Heaven upon the morning breeze	M
How gladly were I one of those how early would I wake	W
And yet the sorrow that I bear is sorrow for his sake	W
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XVII	G
They love their mates to whom they sing or else their songs that meet	X
The morning with such music would never be so sweet	X
And tho' these fathers will not hear the blessed Heavens are just	Y
And Love is fire and burns the feet would trample it to dust	Y
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XVIII	G
A door was open'd in the house who who my father sleeps	M
A stealthy foot upon the stair he some one this way creeps	M
If he yes he lurks listens fears his victim may have fled	Z
He where is some sharp pointed thing he comes and finds me dead	Z
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XIX	M
Not he not yet and time to act but how my temples burn	A2
And idle fancies flutter me I know not where to turn	A2
Speak to me sister counsel me this marriage must not be	M
You only know the love that makes the world a world to me	M
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XX	M
Our gentle mother had she lived but we were left alone	B2
That other left us to ourselves he cared not for his own	B2
So all the summer long we roam'd in these wild woods of ours	M
My Edwin loved to call us then 'His two wild woodland flowers '	-
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XXI	M
Wild flowers blowing side by side in God's free light and air	R
Wild flowers of the secret woods when Edwin found us there	R
Wild woods in which we roved with him and heard his passionate vow	G
Wild woods in which we rove no more if we be parted now	G
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XXII	M
You will not leave me thus in grief to wander forth forlorn	U
We never changed a bitter word not once since we were born	U
Our dying mother join'd our hands she knew this father well	C2
She bid its love like souls in Heaven and now I fly from Hell	C2
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XXIII	M
And you with me and we shall light upon some lonely shore	F
Some lodge within the waste sea dunes and hear the waters roar	F
And see the ships from out the West go dipping thro' the foam	B
And sunshine on that sail at last which brings our Edwin home	B
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XXIV	G
But look the morning grows apace and lights the old church tower	D2
And lights the clock the hand points five O me it strikes the hour	D2
I bide no more I meet my fate whatever ills betide	E2
Arise my own true sister come forth the world is wide	E2
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XXV	G
And yet my heart is ill at ease my eyes are thin with dew	F2
I seem to see a new dug grave up yonder by the yew	F2
If we should never more return but wander hand in hand	S
With breaking hearts without a friend and in a distant land	S
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XXVI	G
O sweet they tell me that the world is hard and harsh of mind	G2
But can it be so hard so harsh as those that should be kind	G2
That matters not let come what will at last the end is sure	H2
And every heart that loves with truth is equal to endure	H2

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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