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The moon to-night is like the sun / Through blossomed branches seen; / Come out with me, dear silent one, / And trip it on the green.
"Nay, Lad, go you within its light, / Nor stay to urge me so -- / 'Twas on another moonlit night / My heart broke long ago."
Oh loud and high the pipers play / To speed the dancers on; / Come out and be as glad as they, / Oh, little Silent one.
"Nay, Lad, where all your mates are met / Go you the selfsame way, / Another dance I would forget / Wherein I too was gay."
But here you sit long day by day / With those whose joys are done; / What mates these townfolk old and grey / For you dear Silent one.
"Nay, Lad, they're done with joys and fears. / Rare comrades should we prove, / For they are very old with years / And I am old with love."