O, beautiful place!

O, beautiful place!
Dear Mary, William,
The hour is come.
I must prepare to go.
The swallows,
I must leave them,
The well, the garden, the roses,
All.
Dear creatures!
They sang last night
After I was in bed;
Seemed to be singing
To one another
Just before
They settled to rest.
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