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Low hangs the moon, it rose late,
O it is lagging -- O I think it is heavy  ...  with love.

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Loud! loud! loud!
Loud I call to you, my love!
High and clear I shoot my voice over the waves,
Surely you must know who  ...  is here,
You must know who I am, my love.

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O throat!  ... 
Sound clearer through the atmosphere!
Pierce the woods, the earth,
Somewhere listening to catch you must be the one I want.

Shake out carols!
Solitary here, the night's carols!
Carols of lonesome love! death's carols!
Carols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon!
O under that moon where she droops almost down into the sea!
O reckless despairing carols.

But soft! sink low!
Soft! let me just murmur,
And do you hush and wait a moment you  ...  sea,
For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,
So faint, I must  ...  be still to listen,
But not altogether still, for then she might not come immediately to me.

Hither my love!
Here I am! here!
With this just-sustain'd note I announce myself to you,
This gentle call is for you my love,  ... .

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O brown halo in the sky near the moon, drooping upon the sea!
O troubled reflection in the sea!
O throat! O throbbing heart!
O all -- And I singing  ...  uselessly all the night.