I watched her in disguise,
On the lowlands of a moor,
Filled with her sweet music,
That rings softer than a cascade,
Gliding in a gently way,
Blinking her dreamy eyes,
Whispering to the wavy stream,
Listening to the jingling voice,
Dancing with the highland deer,
Hearing the downward stream,
Enjoying the beauty of twilight,
Which passes through the foliage,
Alas! clothed in that thick green coat,
She walks off with a gloomy face,
Scanning the beautifull lowlands.
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