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BY THE SIDE OF THE SOUNDING SEA.
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At the noon of the night, my brow
To hail her gentle light when raising,
I know that thou wilt keep thy vow,
And on that light wilt then be gazing.
No longer while we look above,
In absence shall we sigh dejected;
For our hearts will read each other's love
In the smile of the soft sweet moon reflected.

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