2

I met a maid upon the moor,

The morrow was her wedding.

Love lit her eyes with lovelier hues

Than the eve-star was shedding.

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She looked a sweet good-bye to me,

And o'er the stile went singing.

Down all the lonely night I heard

But bridal bells a-ringing.

3

I met a mother on the moor,

By a new grave a-praying.

The happy swallows in the blue

Upon the winds were playing.

"Would I were in his grave," I said,

"And he beside her standing!"

There was no heart to break if death

For me had made demanding.

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