PETITION
OH thou sweet maiden fair,
Thou with the raven hair,
Why to the window go?
While gazing down below,
Art standing vainly there?
Oh, if thou stood’st for me,
And lett’st the latch but fly,
How happy should I be!
How soon would I leap high!
1789.*
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