Happy while the moon was high,

Waning, fled she, her pursuer

Held her back, and saw her die

Far away."

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"'T is a sad song for morning," cried the maids—

"And for a bride. Come, Hopa, sing of laughter."

Hopa sang:—

"Little brown streams,

Slim as my fingers,

Running and laughing

While the light lingers,

Have you no dreams,

Little brown streams?

"Little brown maidens,

Laughing and weeping,

Singing and dancing,

All the night sleeping,

Have you no lovers,

Little brown maidens?"

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