Song. (From The Portuguese)

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If thou art sleeping, maiden,
  Awake, and open thy door:
'Tis the break of day, and we must away,
  O'er meadow, and mount, and moor.

Wait not to find thy slippers,
  But come with thy naked feet:
We shall have to pass through the dewy grass,
  And waters wide and fleet.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow