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VOICES.
Our star shines out in the West,
And a mist floats up from the sea,
Floats up by the brook while the wind is still
In the leaves of the linden tree.
All still as we sit in the still moonshine
In the bracken up to the knee,
Save the beat of a heart that beats to mine,
And the beat of a heart that beats to thine,
Dear love!
A heart that beats to thine.
And a mist floats up from the sea,
Floats up by the brook while the wind is still
In the leaves of the linden tree.
All still as we sit in the still moonshine
In the bracken up to the knee,
Save the beat of a heart that beats to mine,
And the beat of a heart that beats to thine,
Dear love!
A heart that beats to thine.
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A voice goes down with the brook,
And a voice comes up from the shore,
But they whisper a sweeter tale to-night
Than ever they whispered before:
They have wept and sighed, but never like this
Were the sighs and the tears of yore,
For they weep, but the tears are the tears of bliss:—
They sigh,—'tis the sigh in a lover's kiss,
Dear love!
The sigh in a lover's kiss.
And a voice comes up from the shore,
But they whisper a sweeter tale to-night
Than ever they whispered before:
They have wept and sighed, but never like this
Were the sighs and the tears of yore,
For they weep, but the tears are the tears of bliss:—
They sigh,—'tis the sigh in a lover's kiss,
Dear love!
The sigh in a lover's kiss.
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