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UNDER THE MULBERRY TREE.
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Softly the twilight is falling, is falling,
Over the mountain and over the lea ;
Softly the cuckoo is calling, is calling,
" Oh my love, Oh my love, over the sea !
Cu-coo, cu-coo."
Slowly the notes, in their infinite longing,
Drop, as the lily leaves drop on the stream ;
Swiftly the fairies rise, thronging and thronging,
As the last tones come on daylight's last gleam,
" Cu-coo, cu-coo. 1 '
Silently, silently, homeward together,
Each with his burden of sweetness and pain ;
Wondering, wondering, under what weather
Mulberry berries shall bring us again
To woo, to woo.
