How still is now the hamlet! it seems the world of sleep,
But I while others slumber go forth to watch and weep,
Unbound my tresses flow,
I make the cold damp sod my pillow,
And bind the weeping willow
Round my aching brow.
O night thy horrors suit me, thy gloom, thy chilling dews,
For sorrow's constant victim, the day with loathing views,
And I, from War's dread plain,
Since all returned, except my lover,
Must shed 'till life is over
Tears that mourn in vain!
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