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Over Mountains

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My heart went roaming and flying Where her one treasure was. The day was luridly dying. A low wind sighed, "Alasl" There was no bird at all Out of his nest so warm. Over the mountain wall My heart went into the storm. And when the night was mirk. And on the shrieking sea The wind was doing its work My heart caree back to me. Tapped at my window pane, Out of the storm and din, Out of the night and rain, I rose and let her in. "O heart, like a frightened bird, Heart, like. a small gray dove, Bay, hüst thou seen or heard Auything of our love?" Bnt never a word she said, Her eye was lcacden and dim, Her breast had a stain of red, She spake no word of him. And whether she saw him not Over the mountaius gray, Or whether he had forgot, I know not to this day.


Ann Arbor Argus
Old News