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STANZAS PRESENTED WITH SOME FLOWERS.
In the moonlight they were gathered,
Dew-besprinkled flowers;
In the clear, unclouded moonlight,
Falling, in pale showers,
On the silvery gleaming foliage
Of the garden bowers.
Dew-besprinkled flowers;
In the clear, unclouded moonlight,
Falling, in pale showers,
On the silvery gleaming foliage
Of the garden bowers.
Angels may have looked upon them,
From their homes on high;—
Fairies may be hid within them,
Viewless to the eye;—
Cast them not away, sweet Lady,
When they droop and die.
From their homes on high;—
Fairies may be hid within them,
Viewless to the eye;—
Cast them not away, sweet Lady,
When they droop and die.
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I have read, in olden story,
That strange virtue oft is found
In the blossoms, cull'd by moonlight,
From the dewy ground.
Let them touch thy cheek, I pray thee—
Let them lie upon thy breast;—
They may cool that flush'd cheek's fever,
They may give that bosom rest;—
All such virtues breathe from out them,
When in thine embrace they're prest.
That strange virtue oft is found
In the blossoms, cull'd by moonlight,
From the dewy ground.
Let them touch thy cheek, I pray thee—
Let them lie upon thy breast;—
They may cool that flush'd cheek's fever,
They may give that bosom rest;—
All such virtues breathe from out them,
When in thine embrace they're prest.
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