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XV.
The milky moon was sadly bright,And shone above thot tropic night,
Like beauty half suppressed by fright.
He lay upon his lonely bed—
The deep blue tears were in his eyes,
As damply blue as April skies.
He laid his hand upon his head,
As Cynthia through his lattice shone,
Like tender flesh through maiden's zone—
Nor had he closed his eyes, alas!
For fear that Lena's form might pass—
That fearful thing he wished to see,
But knew not how she should appear,
For those who leave eternity,
Are ghosts above their narrow sphere!
And had he known what phantom dress
That night had decked her loveliness,
Her lovely form had shocked him less.
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