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II. ALLEGRETTO.
But where the moonbeams fallO'er the far-silvered sea,
With a motion musical
Dance the ripples restlessly,
Like such a tremulous theme for chiming strings,
As a mighty master flings
Over the rolling chords that chase
Each other through the tempest of his bass;
A theme swept onward with divinest sleight,
Weaving a tissue of delight,
Quaint as the weft of some wild dream
Where transient splendours blend in fitful gleam,
Yet tender as the last faint light that lies
Upon a western cloud, before it dies
Into the mellow calm of Autumn's evening skies.
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