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Ah! when autumn dells are dewy, and the dew is ever still, And that grey ghost called the twilight passes from the distant hill-- Even in the hallowed nightfall, when the fathers sit and dream, And the splendid rose of heaven sees a sister in the stream-- Often do I watch the waters gleaming in a starry bay, Thinking of a bygone beauty, and a season far away; Musing on the grace that left us in a time of singing rain, On the lady who will never walk amongst these heaths again.
"NOW here's a modest wench for you! Bless me! I haven't seen the like since I landed in this God-forsaken land! Look up my girl, and let's see those pretty dark eyes. I warrant they've a sparkle of their own."