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A SUMMER NIGHT
A summer night, no wind there seemed,
There seemed no wave to be;
The moonbeams fell like a rain of diamonds
Drop by drop in the sea.
There seemed no wave to be;
The moonbeams fell like a rain of diamonds
Drop by drop in the sea.
So, when thought on a dream-tide swayeth
Beyond the will's control,
The morselled image of Heaven falleth
Gleam by gleam on the soul.
Beyond the will's control,
The morselled image of Heaven falleth
Gleam by gleam on the soul.
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