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Thomas Hood - The Water Lady
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Alas, the moon should ever beam 
To show what man should never see!— 
I saw a maiden on a stream, 
And fair was she! 
I staid awhile, to see her throw 
Her tresses black, that all beset 
The fair horizon of her brow 
With clouds of jet. 
I staid a little while to view 
Her cheek, that wore in place of red 
The bloom of water, tender blue, 
Daintily spread. 
I staid to watch, a little space, 
Her parted lips if she would sing; 
The waters closed above her face 
With many a ring. 
And still I staid a little more, 
Alas! she never comes again! 
I throw my flowers from the shore, 
And watch in vain. 
I know my life will fade away, 
I know that I must vainly pine, 
For I am made of mortal clay, 
But she`s divine!
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