Wavering amid the wind,
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Inviting dreams lighter than dew,
Low rumbling sounds, a soft rain falls,
Dear flower, none will fall on you.
Fly now, you merry shephard boys,
Lay down your wreaths, girls fair and bright,
Oh! see you not the storm's great wings
With thunder goading all to flight?
Ere dawn all will be wet, and yet
Rain will not fall on you, my pet.