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O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon, / And in the west, all tremulous, a star; / And soothing sweet she hears the mellow tune / Of cowbells jangled in the fields afar.
Quite listless, for her daily stent is done, / She stands, sad exile, at her rose-wreathed door, / And sends her love eternal with the sun / That goes to gild the land she'll see no more.