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As the kindling glances, / Queen-like and clear, / Which the bright moon lances / From her tranquil sphere / At the sleepless waters / Of a lonely mere, / On the wild whirling waves, mournfully, mournfully, / Shiver and die.
As the tears of sorrow / Mothers have shed --