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Dawn. The pale moon sinks into the West, " " While passion speaks in rosy streaks By sleep opprest she sinks to rest ; Along the eastern sky-or seeks While in the East a baleful light The warm blush on a maiden's checks . .IIas put to night the stars of night - Ah, balefujhne of passions new- Merhinks it bodes no good to me: Beware, my love, of dreams untrue! The night is dead, the stars are fled , Thall pale, cold Moon, thou sphere unblest, The pale moon seeks a lonely bed. Sink down to rest behind the west : While all the East is blushing reel, Ah, who can see what this may be Ye speak paling of that slow, I fear to k110W- Thou aglow, the East Or ifmy love be true to me! Methinks that hue upon the skies Dream sweetly on, nor heed, my tovc-. Is such as drains the severed veins Thou gentle dove, the skies above; That lead from perjured hearts, and stains They seem to tell of love that sings The breast forsworn, when vengeance reigns. On broken wings, and faintly clings Ah, fatal dyes, that thus arise To altars cold and vows untrue. To mock me, in the eastern skies! - 166