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The Zankiwank
In the summer came the lovers,
Plighting troth beneath its shade;
Warm heart’s secret each discovers—
Happy youth and happy maid!
Plays the fount so soft and featly
In the breeze of waning day,
As the lovers whisper sweetly,
“I will love you, love alway.”
O fountain pure and bright,
Dance in the joyous sun;
And sparkle in your might
Until all life is done.
In the winter, cold and dreary,
Cease the waters in their play;
But the lovers, grey and weary,
Seek the tryst of yesterday!
Time and tide flow on for ever,
Heedless of man’s joy or pain;
But beyond the tideless river
Trusting hearts will meet again.
