IICHANGED
Fair is the night, ay, fair and deep;
The moonlight drowns the vale;
My eyes are heavy, but not with sleep,
And the night-moth droops her sail.
The moonlight drowns the vale;
My eyes are heavy, but not with sleep,
And the night-moth droops her sail.
There's not so much as a sigh in the air;
The stars are ghostly and few;
And silver-pale are the meadows, where
So coldly drops the dew.
The stars are ghostly and few;
And silver-pale are the meadows, where
So coldly drops the dew.
But the haunting shadows are never still,
They wander all night alone,
And the sleepless insects drone and shrill
In a lonely monotone.
They wander all night alone,
And the sleepless insects drone and shrill
In a lonely monotone.
Ah! long ago was a summer night
Like this, and yet other far,
For the moonlight flowed, and the air hung light,
And happy was every star.
Like this, and yet other far,
For the moonlight flowed, and the air hung light,
And happy was every star.
The dew that night was a blissful balm,
And seemed on the heart to fall;
The calm was an overflowing calm,
And love was the life of all.
And seemed on the heart to fall;
The calm was an overflowing calm,
And love was the life of all.
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