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I't was an eve in late summer, autumn was nigh |
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still a warm sun did colour the sky |
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The meadows did shine in a strange golden light |
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and vales did forth the soft haze of night |
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When through the air a voice did resound |
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beckoning the shepherd to rise from the ground |
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THE SHEPHERD: |
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"What sweet voice does sing in such a woebegone tone? |
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What maiden does wander the heather alone?" |
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Bewitched by its tone, he followed her song, |
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whilst the sun did descend and the shadows grew long |
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In the dim light of dusk, near the sparkling cascade |
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on a moss covered stone sat a crying young maid |
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THE SHEPHERD: |
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"Why art thou dreary? What happened to thee? |
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What song didst thou sing so woefully?" |
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THE MAIDEN: |
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"Go whither O shepherd! Don't sadden thine heart |
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Thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art! |
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An old man who's been born in a cradle of wood |
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of a tree that at least a hundred years stood, |
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cut by a boy who at heart was still pure - |
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might be my redeemer if he knew that he could... |
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