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Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;

thou thy charming nest dost build,

O thou pride of every field!

She.Yonder stands a lonely tree,

There I live and mourn for thee;

Morning drinks my silent tear,

And evening winds my sorrow bear.

He. O thou summer's harmony,

I have lived and mourned for thee;

Each day I mourn along the wood,

And night hath heard my sorrows loud.

She.Dost thou truly long for me?

And am I thus sweet to thee?

Sorrow now is at an end,

O my Lover and my Friend!

He. Come, on wings of joy we'll fly

To where my bower hangs on high;

Come, and make thy calm retreat

Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.

William Blake

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Under the after-sunset sky

Two pewits sport and cry,

More white than is the moon on high

Riding the dark surge silently;

More black than earth. Their cry

Is the one sound under the sky.

They alone move, now low, now high,

And merrily they cry

To the mischievous Spring sky,

Plunging earthward, tossing high,

Over the ghost who wonders why

So merrily they cry and fly,