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MIDNIGHT AT GENEVA
The azure lake is argent now
Beneath the pale moonshine:
I seek a sign of hope in heaven:
Fair Polestar! thou art mine.
Beneath the pale moonshine:
I seek a sign of hope in heaven:
Fair Polestar! thou art mine.
A thousand other beacons blaze:
I follow thee alone
Beyond the shadowy Jura range,
The Jura, and the Rhone;
I follow thee alone
Beyond the shadowy Jura range,
The Jura, and the Rhone;
Beyond the purpling vineyards trim
Of sunny Clos Vougeot;
Beyond where Seine's brown waves beneath
The Norman orchards go;
Of sunny Clos Vougeot;
Beyond where Seine's brown waves beneath
The Norman orchards go;
Till, where the silver waters wash
The white-wall'd northern isle,
My heart outruns these laggart limbs
To the long-sigh'd-for smile.
The white-wall'd northern isle,
My heart outruns these laggart limbs
To the long-sigh'd-for smile.
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