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[V. Calm look of gentleness!—I see thee now]
Calm look of gentleness!—I see thee now,Even in the dead of night I see thee. Fair
Thou movest like a spirit through the air,
And there is light unearthly on thy brow,—
Yes, by that smile, it can be only thou;
For as the fresh dew trembling on the rose,
When first the silken leaves their red unclose,
Or as the jewel on the frosted bough,
So bright and pure thy tender look of love;
And as thou hoverest over me, my heart
Beats gentler, and I feel my spirit play
Light as a linnet on his airy way;
And as thy blue eyes look on me, they dart
The soft and winning glances of the dove.
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