Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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The voice of her laughter
Is sweet as the brook's
When he hides in the valley
'Neath moss-covered rocks.
Yet my stay was not long —
Nine nights and no more — though my love was so strong !
The towers of her father
Black crags overhung,
And downward, till evening,
Their cold shadows flung ;
The sun they close followed,
Still holding, the while.
Their ice-covered mantles
'Twixt us and his smile.
So my stay was not long —
Nine nights and no more — though my love was so strong !
For how could I slumber !
All night the storm's breath
