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RAPTURE.
Light at the full of the harvest moon,Heart of the rose in the heart of June,
Song of the bird when its song takes wing,
Breath of the blossomed furze in spring,
Kiss of the angel that comes when dreams
Are more sweet than all sweetness that is or seems,
Fire in the cloud of the opal burning,
Fall of a footstep at eve returning,
Clasp of a hand that thrills to the soul,
Bliss of a spirit that wins its goal!
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