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A BALLAD OF BEDLAM, by                    
First Line: "o lady, wake! The azure moon"
Last Line: "till the creation I am thine, / to some rich desert fly with me"
Subject(s): Nonsense;women


O LADY wake! -- the azure moon
Is rippling in the verdant skies,
The owl is warbling his soft tune,
Awaiting but thy snowy eyes.
The joys of future years are past,
To-morrow's hopes have fled away;
Still let us love, and e'en at last,
We shall be happy yesterday.

The early beam of rosy night
Drives off the ebon morn afar,
While through the murmur of the light
The huntsman winds his mad guitar.
Then, lady, wake! my brigantine
Pants, neighs, and prances to be free;
Till the creation I am thine.
To some rich desert fly with me.





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