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When blue Autumnal skies were spread,
"Twas Winter, and the winds were chill, And bitter was the air,
And all the oaks upon the hill
Were leafless, lone and bare;
When snow o'er-topped the stile,
But Seasons now are all as one
And through thy jet black tresses run
Yet though thou hast a dimmer eye,
And blessing thee, I'll live and die,
WHEN the sunlight kissed the mountain,
Where the water-cresses spring. Shrinking from my love's caresses,
Loose her raven ringlets drooped, And the streamlet caught her tresses,
As she blushed, but smiling stooped
"Kitty!" cried I, "hear thy lover!"
Said she, as her black eye smiled, "Bonnie Kitty may not marry,
Mother needs her darling child."
Kitty's eyes are drowned in sorrow,
In the valley found a bed!
Round her green couch friends are weeping,
Oh, 'twas sad to see them part! Through the hand that I am keeping I can feel her beating heart!
Like the night that leaves the mountain,
Bonnie Kitty I enfold.
There I spoke my love's beguiling,