Song

Oh! the moon is in the sky,
And the glow is on the lake,
And the coyote’s lonely howl
Shivers in the starry wake; –
And you are in my soul,
And your name is on my sigh.

And ah! would that sigh could tell
How my throbbing senses ache:
I sit, – and see your shame
Gleaming in the lake;
I hear your false, false name
On the coyote’s sobbing wail.

But the lake will soon be dark,
And the moon will flee away,
And the waves will rest in shade,
And midnight clothe the bay, –
And your memory will fade
With the coyote’s dying bark.

Aye! soon the last pale glow
Will leave the lonely lake,
And the coyote’s last lone howl
Cease, and his great heart break;
And my desolate soul
Drown in deepest woe.

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