Sad and shrill,—“whippoorwill!”

 The place was all deserted; The mill-wheel hung at rest; The lonely star of evening Was throbbing in the west; The veil of night was falling; The winds were folded still; And everywhere the trembling air Re-echoed “whip-poor-will!” “Whippoorwill! whippoorwill!” Sad and shrill,—“whippoorwill!”

The place was all deserted;

The mill-wheel hung at rest;

The lonely star of evening

Was throbbing in the west;

The veil of night was falling;

The winds were folded still;

And everywhere the trembling air

Re-echoed “whip-poor-will!”

“Whippoorwill! whippoorwill!”

Sad and shrill,—“whippoorwill!”

 You seemed so long in coming, I felt so much alone; The wide, dark world was round me, And life was all unknown; The hand of sorrow touched me, And made my senses thrill With all the pain that haunts the strain Of mournful whip-poor-will. “Whippoorwill! whippoorwill!” Sad and shrill,—“whippoorwill!”

You seemed so long in coming,

I felt so much alone;

The wide, dark world was round me,

And life was all unknown;

The hand of sorrow touched me,

And made my senses thrill

With all the pain that haunts the strain

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