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While, to the silent, listening night, 

 Sobbing the while, she doth recite 

 The story of her woes. 



&quot; Oh ! LOLIGO ! dost thou not hear 



&quot; Thy MYA S once loved voice ? Twas here 



&quot; Thou bidd st me to await 

 &quot; I ve left my home beneath the rock, 

 &quot; And kin and friends are all forsook 



&quot; With thee to share my fate. 



&quot;Go, gentle breezes of the night ! 

 &quot; And carry, in your balmy flight, 



&quot; To him my tearful sighs ; 

 &quot; Softly murmuring complain, 

 &quot; Tell, tell him of his Mya s pain 



&quot; In saddest melodies.&quot; 



&quot; Send him, radiant Queen of night ! 

 &quot; A silvery ray of purest light, 



&quot; To guide him to my heart 

 &quot; Awake ! ye warblers of the grove, 

 &quot;In plaintive strains his stay reprove, 



&quot; And all my woe impart. 



