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THE MOON THAT SHONE IN PARADISE.


Still I hear the echo chanted,
 Down the ages sounding sweet;
Still I hear the brooding murmur,
 Softly still thy prayer repeat:
 "Svala, svala honom!"

So I fancy cheer and comfort
 With the whirring of thy wings;
Still I wait and bid my sorrow
 Vanish when the swallow sings;
Thinking how much nearer heaven
 Birds can flutter, as they will,
Than I, and so repeat the whisper
 Through the ether blue and still:
 "Svala, svala honom!"




THE MOON THAT SHONE IN PARADISE.


O NEW old moon! O old moon new!
 Which title may I give to you?
 You were not here a month ago,
 Yet here ashine to-night; and so
Conflicting statements both are true.

To-night the floods of still white rain
Come to me through the window-pane,
 Sodden with old-time memory
 Of Earth's primeval history,
When shadows were Earth's only stain.