Love, whereof purest light the shadow is

B Y a lake below the mountain
—Hangs the birch, as if, in glee,
The lake had flung the moon a fountain,
—She had turned it to a tree.

Therefore do her dull leaves glimmer
—Like the waves that mothered them.
Therefore flits a moony shimmer
—Always round her curvèd stem.

B Y a lake below the mountain
—Hangs the birch, as if, in glee,
The lake had flung the moon a fountain,
—She had turned it to a tree.

Therefore do her dull leaves glimmer
—Like the waves that mothered them.
Therefore flits a moony shimmer
—Always round her curvèd stem.
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