| Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid
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| Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
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| Through the valley-depths of shade
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| Of night and dark obscurity
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| Where the path has lost its way
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| Where the sun forgets the day
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| Where there’s nor life nor light to see
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| Sweet maiden, wilt thou go with me!
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| Where stones will turn to flooding streams
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| Where plains will rise like ocean waves
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| Where life will fade like visioned dreams
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| And mountains darken into caves
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| Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
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| Through this sad non-identity
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| Where parents live and are forgot
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| And sisters live and know us not!
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| Say, maiden; |
| wilt thou go with me
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| In this strange death of life to be
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| To live in death and be the same
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| Without this life or home or name
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| At once to be and not to be
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| That was and is not yet to see
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| Things pass like shadows, and the sky
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| Above, below, around us lie?
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| Where stones will turn to flooding streams
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| Where plains will rise like ocean waves
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| Where life will fade like visioned dreams
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| And mountains darken into caves
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| Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
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| Through this sad non-identity
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| Where parents live and are forgot
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| And sisters live and know us not! |