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Beneath yon birch with silver bark, / And boughs so pendulous and fair, / The brook falls scatter'd down the rock: / And all is mossy there!
And there upon the moss she sits, / The Dark Ladié in silent pain; / The heavy tear is in her eye, / And drops and swells again.