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Moonlight
Sweet moon, endreaming tower and tree,
Is thy pathetic radiance thrown
From ice-cold wealds and cirques of stone—
Blank moors where life has ceased to be?
Is thy pathetic radiance thrown
From ice-cold wealds and cirques of stone—
Blank moors where life has ceased to be?
Did grass, long ages back, and flowers
Grow there? Did living waters run?
Did happy creatures bless the sun
And greet with joy this world of ours?
Grow there? Did living waters run?
Did happy creatures bless the sun
And greet with joy this world of ours?
And, earlier yet, in one starred zone,
Did this bright planet sweep through space—
Glebe of our glebe, race of our race—
A part and parcel of our own?
Did this bright planet sweep through space—
Glebe of our glebe, race of our race—
A part and parcel of our own?
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O moonlight silvering tower and tree!
O part of my world torn away,
Half of my life, now lifeless clay,
My dead, shine too—shine down on me.
O part of my world torn away,
Half of my life, now lifeless clay,
My dead, shine too—shine down on me.
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