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And see! the priest of Nature now
 Seems bending from above,
With his own gentle hand to set
 The signet of our love.
          Look, love.

List to the murmurs sweet and wild
 That from the ocean swell,
Like the mysterious melodies
 Heard in its music-shell;
And they will speak of memories
 That in our bosoms sleep,
Unseen and beautiful, like pearls
 Within the sea's blue deep.
          List, love.

List to the spirit-minstrelsy
 That steals from yon bright stars,
As in their watch of love they float
 High on their golden cars;