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Pleie dieua konopie.
Lo! a maid the hemp is weeding
In her master's garden-ground,
And a lark, towards her speeding,
Sings, "Why look so sadly round?"
"Well be sad, thou gentle lark!
They my lover have convey'd
To you castle-dungeon dark:
Had I but a pen to write—
Some sweet words of love I'd send him—
Thou, kind lark! shouldst take thy flight,
And with my kind thoughts attend him.
But I have no pen to treat him
With my love—so gentle bird!
With thy softest music greet him,
Music's most consoling word."