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THE apple trees are hung with gold, / And birds are loud in Arcady, / The sheep lie bleating in the fold, / The wild goat runs across the wold, / But yesterday his love he told, / I know he will come back to me. / O rising moon! O Lady moon! / Be you my lover's sentinel, / You cannot choose but know him well, / For he is shod with purple shoon, / You cannot choose but know my love, / For he a shepherd's crook doth bear, / And he is soft as any dove, / And brown and curly is his hair.
The turtle now has ceased to call / Upon her crimson-footed groom, / The grey wolf prowls about the stall, / The lily's singing seneschal / Sleeps in the lily-bell, and all / The violet hills are lost in gloom. / O risen moon! O holy moon! / Stand on the top of Helice, / And if my own true love you see, / Ah! if you see the purple shoon, / The hazel crook, the lad's brown hair, / The goat-skin wrapped about his arm, / Tell him that I am waiting where / The rushlight glimmers in the Farm.