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[The mild promising stars are coming into view]
The mild promising stars are coming into view,
The voice of the waterfall is toning in the air,
Whilst lazily the cloud-fire smoulders on the sea,
And all the landscape-outlines are blurred with falling dew,—
As my rapture is with sadness, because I may not share,
And double it by sharing it with Thee.
The voice of the waterfall is toning in the air,
Whilst lazily the cloud-fire smoulders on the sea,
And all the landscape-outlines are blurred with falling dew,—
As my rapture is with sadness, because I may not share,
And double it by sharing it with Thee.
Now the calm shadowy earth lies musing like a saint,
Wearing for a halo the pure circlet of the moon;
Like a full happy heart is the flowing of the tide;
And the night-wind from the mountain breathes steady, though so faint,—
As I am breathing softly, “Ah! might some heavenly boon
Bestow thee, my beloved one, to my side!”
Wearing for a halo the pure circlet of the moon;
Like a full happy heart is the flowing of the tide;
And the night-wind from the mountain breathes steady, though so faint,—
As I am breathing softly, “Ah! might some heavenly boon
Bestow thee, my beloved one, to my side!”
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