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As I stood by yon roofless tower, / Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air, / Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, / And tells the midnight moon her care.
The winds were laid, the air was still, / The stars they shot alang the sky; / The fox was howling on the hill, / And the distant echoing glens reply.