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At midnight by the stream I roved, / To forget the form I loved. / Image of Lewti! from my mind / Depart; for Lewti is not kind.
The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam / And the shadow of a star / Heaved upon Tamaha's stream; / But the rock shone brighter far, / The rock half sheltered from my view / By pendent boughs of tressy yew. -- / So shines my Lewti's forehead fair, / Gleaming through her sable hair, / Image of Lewti! from my mind / Depart; for Lewti is not kind.