| When the moist and balmy gale
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| Round the verdant meadow sights
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| Odours sweet in misty veil
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| At the twilight-hour arise
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| Murmurings soft of calm repose
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| Rock the heart to child-like rest
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| And the day’s bright portals close
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| On the eyes with toil oppressed
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| Night already reigns over all
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| Strangely star linked to star
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| Planets, mighty sparkling small
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| Glitter near and gleam afar
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| Gleam above in clearer night
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| Glitter in the glassy sea
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| Pledging pure and calm delight
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| Rules the moon in majesty
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| Now each well known hour is over
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| Trust the newborn eye of day
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| Vales grow verdant, hillocks teem
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| Shady nooks the bushes yield and with waving silvery gleam
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| Wouldst thou wish for wish obtain
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| Cast the shell of sleep away
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| Tarry not, but be thou bold
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| When the many loiter still
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| All with ease may be controlled |