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Thomas Moore - The Young May Moon
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The young May moon is beaming, love. 
The glow-worm`s lamp is gleaming, love. 
How sweet to rove, 
Through Morna`s grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! 
Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear, 
`Tis never too late for delight, my dear, 
And the best of all ways 
To lengthen our days 
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear! 

Now all the world is sleeping, love, 
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love, 
And I, whose star, 
More glorious far, 
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love. 
Then awake! — till rise of sun, my dear, 
The Sage`s glass we`ll shun, my dear, 
Or, in watching the flight 
Of bodies of light, 
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear.
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