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And when the evening star arose,
And blink'd to me with glitt'ring ray,
Along the eastward-reaching way
I took as day began to close,
As there it hung on high, and flung
Its light abroad, it seem'd to say
" I'm up above the house you love,
Come on before I pass away."

And when again the moon was full,
And clear, and true-rimm'd all around,
And shone on softly-lighted ground,
From shining clouds as soft as wool,
To me before the porched door;
In all my joy she seem'd to say
" I light your track both here and back,
And give you yet a while to stay."

And when again along the west
She roll'd above the hills her rim,
And in the shaded wall left dim
The window where my love should rest:
" Now take your way," she seem'd to say,
" From this old court, though dear it be;
I fall, I sink, ere my last blink
Pick out your road the while you see."
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