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The apple trees are hung with gold	A
And birds are loud in Arcady	A
The sheep lie bleating in the fold	A
The wild goat runs across the wold	A
But yesterday his love he told	A
I know he will come back to me	B
O rising moon O Lady moon	C
Be you my lover's sentinel	D
You cannot choose but know him well	E
For he is shod with purple shoon	C
You cannot choose but know my love	F
For he a shepherd's crook doth bear	G
And he is soft as any dove	F
And brown and curly is his hair	G
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The turtle now has ceased to call	H
Upon her crimson footed groom	I
The grey wolf prowls about the stall	H
The lily's singing seneschal	H
Sleeps in the lily bell and all	H
The violet hills are lost in gloom	I
O risen moon O holy moon	C
Stand on the top of Helice	J
And if my own true love you see	B
Ah if you see the purple shoon	C
The hazel crook the lad's brown hair	G
The goat skin wrapped about his arm	K
Tell him that I am waiting where	G
The rushlight glimmers in the Farm	K
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The falling dew is cold and chill	H
And no bird sings in Arcady	A
The little fauns have left the hill	H
Even the tired daffodil	H
Has closed its gilded doors and still	H
My lover comes not back to me	B
False moon False moon O waning moon	C
Where is my own true lover gone	C
Where are the lips vermilion	C
The shepherd's crook the purple shoon	C
Why spread that silver pavilion	C
Why wear that veil of drifting mist	A
Ah thou hast young Endymion	C
Thou hast the lips that should be kissed	A

Oscar Wilde

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