Come maiden sad

Come maiden sad of sorrows & of sighs 
Pale melancholy with the downcast look
Come when the dewy eve the landscape dyes
The church yard yew well pass & gurgling brook

& see the snow white moth on stilly breeze
Dance by the spinney hedge & through the leaves

While the dull visions trouble & deceives 
Thy soul with troubles all thine own
The stilly eve thy secret woe receives
Maiden thourt like the church yards mossy stone
Thou readest thy troubles to the world unknown
Thy kind face soothes all sorrow save thine own

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