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The dawn grows red in the eastern sky, / (Long, so long is the day,) / And I lean from my lattice and sigh and sigh, / As I watch the night fog creeping by / And vanish over the bay.
The thrush soars up, over green clad hills, / (The day is long, so long; ) / Like liquid silver his music spills, / And ever it quivers, and runs, and trills / In a glad sweet burst of song.
Under my window there blooms a rose, / (How long a day can be.) / And I lean and whisper what no soul knows / Of my heart's sorrows and secret woes, / And the red rose sighs, 'Ah me!'
A ship sails into the waiting bay, / (The day is long, alack,) / But what would that matter to me, I pray / If the ship that sailed out yesterday / Should never more come back.
The summer sun rides high and clear, / (The day is long, so long,) / How long it must be ere it grows to a year -- / How deep the sorrow that finds no tear, / But only a wail of song.