O lady fair and sweet Arise and let us go Where comes not rain or snow, Excess of cold or heat, To find a still retreat By willowy valleys low Where silent rivers flow. There let us turn our feet O lady fair and sweet— Far from the noisy street, The doleful city row, Far from the grimy street, Where in the evening glow The summer swallows meet, The quiet mowers mow. Arise and let us go, O lady fair and sweet, For here the loud winds blow, Here drifts the blinding sleet.
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