At the Meeting-Place

I must think now
Thou didst most falsely vow
O Maid! too much delayed!
It is the " long-moon Night, "
Yet see! how pale and white
Against the blue of morning she doth fade!
Thou comest not; — 'tis plain;
Alas! I love in vain.
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