Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number. Then, Julia, let me woo thee, Thus, thus to come unto me... Ancient ballads and songs; with notices, including original poetry. By T. Lyle - Page 34 by Ancient ballads - 1827 Full view -
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