Hung a certain broad and dark -
Hush! I thought I heard a casement
Open softly - softly - Hark!
Yes - and through a window shady
For a moment peered a lady
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Looking down the narrow street,
As though anxious she were waiting
At the rusty iron grating
For the sound of well-known feet.
But in vain! Ah! how I fluttered
As this woful plaint she uttered
In an accent sadly sweet!
"Must I then forever sorrow?
See, my cheeks are cold and wet.
Must I leave the world to-morrow?
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