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IV.
SEEK BY THE SILVERY DARRO.
Seek by the silvery Darro,
Where jasmine flowers have blown;
There hath she left no footsteps?
—Weep, weep, the maid is gone!
Seek where our Lady's image
Smiles o'er the pine-hung steep;
Hear ye not there her vespers?
—Weep for the parted, weep!
Seek in the porch where vine-leaves
O'ershade her father's head?
—Are his grey hairs left lonely?
—Weep! her bright soul is fled.
