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XVI. SUMMER EVES.
Fair summer eves, as twilight lies
On the dim earth and distant skies,
And moon and stars with silver light
Tremble upon the steps of night,
Expression in a rapture dies.
On the dim earth and distant skies,
And moon and stars with silver light
Tremble upon the steps of night,
Expression in a rapture dies.
Evening's warm odours round me rise,
Sweet as if blown from Paradise,
Or fairy gardens of delight;
Fair summer eves!
Sweet as if blown from Paradise,
Or fairy gardens of delight;
Fair summer eves!
And yet, half to my own surprise,
I feel the tears o'erflow mine eyes;
For absent friends ye call to sight,
Loves, hopes, that made existence bright,
That now are only memories:
Fair summer eves!
I feel the tears o'erflow mine eyes;
For absent friends ye call to sight,
Loves, hopes, that made existence bright,
That now are only memories:
Fair summer eves!
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