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X. MOONLIGHT ON LOCH KATRINE.
Ah me! 'tis sweet on such a night as thisTo watch the soft beams faintly lingering yet
On distant hill tops, when the sun hath set;
'Tis sweet to watch the scarce-felt breezes kiss
The waveless surface of the unsleeping lake,
Whose soft unrest strange varying forms doth take.
But O 'tis sweeter at such witching hour
To mark the fitful moon-beams' mirrored glow
Shimmering like starlights on the depth below,
Or poured from heaven in one broad silvery shower,
Now one, now many, as the shifting rays
Weave o'er the tide their undulating maze.
There is a glory words may not express
In that bright sparkling track of mutable loveliness.
Aug. 1851.
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