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We ride and ride. High on the hills

The fir-trees stretch into the sky;

The birches, which the deep calm stills,

Quiver again as we speed by.

Beside the road a shallow stream

Goes leaping o'er its rocky bed:

Here lie the corn-fields with a gleam

Of daisies white and poppies red.

A faint star trembles in the west;

A fire-fly sparkles, fluttering bright

Against the mountain's sombre breast;

And yonder shines a village light.

Oh! could I creep into thine arms

Beloved! and upon thy face

Read the arrest of dire alarms

That press me close; from thy embrace

View the sweet earth as on we ride.

Alas! how vain our longings are!

Already night is spreading wide

Her sable wing, and thou art far.