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The Water Lady.[1]

By Thomas Hood

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Alas, the moon should ever beam     To show what man should never see! -     I saw a maiden on a stream,     And fair was she!     I staid awhile, to see her throw     Her tresses black, that all beset     The fair horizon of her brow     With clouds of jet.     I staid a little while to view     Her cheek, that wore in place of red     The bloom of water, tender blue,     Daintily spread.     I staid to watch, a little space,     Her parted lips if she would sing;     The waters closed above her face     With many a ring.     And still I staid a little more,     Alas! she never comes again!     I throw my flowers from the shore,     And watch in vain.     I know my life will fade away,     I know that I must vainly pine,     For I am made of mortal clay,     But she's divine!

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About Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood (1799–1845) was an English poet and humorist whose social protest poems "The Song of the Shirt" and "The Bridge of Sighs" drew attention to the plight of the poor. He was also a master of comic verse and wordplay.

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