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BEGINNING AND END.
Just enough light from the stars and the moon
To see my belovèd's face,
Out in the blooming garden late,
In the darkest, fairest place.
Silver and beaming the full round moon
On that little golden head,
Like a halo of glory on sainted maid
Softly and tenderly played.
To see my belovèd's face,
Out in the blooming garden late,
In the darkest, fairest place.
Silver and beaming the full round moon
On that little golden head,
Like a halo of glory on sainted maid
Softly and tenderly played.
Just enough light from the stars and the moon
To see a low-shapen mound
Rising up soft from the grassy earth,
With blooming flowerets crowned.
Silver and beaming the full round moon
Makes the long shadows wave;
Bitterly weeping alone I sit
By my belovèd's grave.
To see a low-shapen mound
Rising up soft from the grassy earth,
With blooming flowerets crowned.
Silver and beaming the full round moon
Makes the long shadows wave;
Bitterly weeping alone I sit
By my belovèd's grave.
February 22d, 1865.
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