THE PINE LADY
O have you seen the Pine Lady,
Or heard her how she sings ?
Have you heard her play
Your soul away
On a harp with moonbeam strings ?
In a palace all of the night-black pine
She hides like a queen all day,
Till a moonbeam knocks on her secret tree,
And she opens her door with a silver key
While the village clocks
Are striking bed
Nine times sleepily.
O come and hear the Pine Lady,
Up in the haunted wood !
The stars are rising, the moths are flitting,
The owls are calling,
The dew is falling ;
And, high in the boughs
Of her haunted house
The moon and she are sitting.
Out on the moor the night-jar drones
Rough-throated love,
The beetle comes
With his sudden drums
And many a silent unseen thing
Frightens your cheek with its ghostly wing;
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