From these brute tenants of the leafy wood."

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The Farewell
XVII.

"Stranger, farewell! The deepening eve doth warn,

And the mild moonlight beckons thee away;

And, ere the lingering night shall melt to morn,

Let thy swift foot across the prairie stray.

Nay, tempt me not! for I alone am cast,