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IN THE DUSK.

Welcome, friendly stars, one by one, two by two!
Voices of the waterfall toning in the air;
And the wavy landscape-outlines blurr'd with falling dew,
As my rapture is with sadness, because I may not share,
And double it by sharing it with thee.
—Cloudy fire dies away on the sea.
Calm shadowy Earth! she lies musing like a saint;
Wearing for a halo the pure circlet of the moon;
From the mountain breathes the night-wind, steadily, tho' faint;
As I am breathing softly, ‘Ah! might some heav'nly boon
Bestow thee, my Belov'd One, to my side!’
—Like a full, happy heart flows the tide.