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The windy rain beats, beats about my door —

Alas for love when love goes wandering!

The dawn mist rises on the forest floor —

Alas for life when love goes wandering!

With wet, green leaves the palm-trees lash the night,

The pitiless trades drive wild gods in their flight.

And, ah, my lover! Moons have come and gone,

The fighting ended, still he lingers on.

Sleepless I hear the demon wind above —

Alas for love when love goes wandering!

And I must wed with one I do not love —

Alas for life when love goes wandering!