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Will the hot sun never die?

He shines too bright, too long.

How slow the hours creep by!

Will the thrush never finish her song?

She is singing too merrily.

Oh when will the moon come, pale,

And strange? I am weary, I wait

For the sad sad nightingale

Ever sobbing insatiate.

Will the day-light never fail?

Take wings relentless light,

Die quickly unlovely sun!

For my love will come with the night

When the dreary day is done.

Come soon! come soon! sweet night!

His lips are sweet and red,

Where starlight and moonlight mingle

We will make our bridal bed,

Down in the cool dark dingle,

When the long day is dead.