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SHAKESPEARE
Bright are the stars of the night;
Fair is each twinkling ray;
But at the earliest light
Of morning they vanish away—
But with the sun's dawning beam
Like ghosts they vanish away.
Fair is each twinkling ray;
But at the earliest light
Of morning they vanish away—
But with the sun's dawning beam
Like ghosts they vanish away.
Sweet-voiced are the bards of our tongue,
And melody floats in each lay;
But, gazing on poetry's sun,
Their memory fadeth away—
Their fame and their memory fadeth
As the stars at the dawning of day.
And melody floats in each lay;
But, gazing on poetry's sun,
Their memory fadeth away—
Their fame and their memory fadeth
As the stars at the dawning of day.
1879.
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