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II.
Go, if my first you'd seek aright,
And find her in yon dark-blue sky,
With many a starry gem bedight,
In sweet but mournful majesty.
And find her in yon dark-blue sky,
With many a starry gem bedight,
In sweet but mournful majesty.
If on some dark and dismal shore,
Through clouds and gloom your footsteps stray,
My second of my first implore,
To guide thee on thy dreary way.
Through clouds and gloom your footsteps stray,
My second of my first implore,
To guide thee on thy dreary way.
And if, perchance, you'd find my whole,
See where it sleeps in soft repose,
And to the contemplative soul
A thousand nameless charms bestows!
See where it sleeps in soft repose,
And to the contemplative soul
A thousand nameless charms bestows!
Ans. Moonlight.
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