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EVENING THOUGHTS.

THE evening time is holy;

I sail a boundless sea

Sacred to melancholy,

And wondrous things I see.

The moon shone with a quiet grace;

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I gazed into the moon.

The moon shone full upon my face;

I fell into a swoon.

A lovely form was in the air,

I knew it there how soon!

I seemed to see my love's bright hair

Streaming against the moon,

My love's bright eyes so sparkling fair

That shame the stars to gloom,

And her bosom white that may compare

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