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THERE are white moon daisies in the mist of the meadow / Where the flowered grass scatters its seeds like spray, / There are purple orchis by the wood-ways' shadow, / There are pale dog-roses by the white highway; / And the grass, the grass is tall, the grass is up for hay, / With daisies white like silver and buttercups like gold, / And it's oh! for once to play thro' the long, the lovely day, / To laugh before the year grows old!
There is silver moonlight on the breast of the river / Where the willows tremble to the kiss of night, / Where the nine tall aspens in the meadow shiver, / Shiver in the night wind that turns them white.
And the lamps, the lamps are lit, the lamps are glow-worms light, / Between the silver aspens and the west's last gold.
And it's oh! to drink delight in the lovely lonely night, / To be young before the heart grows old!