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XVII.
THE SWEET NIGHT
The sweet night reaches thee, my lady fair!
The winds caress thee, and the same stars shine
Upon thee,—thy pure heavens are also mine;
The same rich darkness mixes with thy hair,—
We breathe the same involuntary air,—
In thy soft locks the braided vapours twine,—
And all their countless scents of larch and pine
From each to each the darkling hill-sides bear.
The winds caress thee, and the same stars shine
Upon thee,—thy pure heavens are also mine;
The same rich darkness mixes with thy hair,—
We breathe the same involuntary air,—
In thy soft locks the braided vapours twine,—
And all their countless scents of larch and pine
From each to each the darkling hill-sides bear.
The sweet night reaches thee;—we are not far
Apart,—the sweet night reaches thee, and falls
About thee like a mantle; every star
That lights the blue illimitable halls
Shines upon each; our faces, truly, are
Set face to face within the wide night's walls.
Apart,—the sweet night reaches thee, and falls
About thee like a mantle; every star
That lights the blue illimitable halls
Shines upon each; our faces, truly, are
Set face to face within the wide night's walls.
1873.
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