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The love that haunts my midnight hour,
A dream—and yet, how true!
Belongs to a diviner power,
Than vanity e’er knew:
It giveth, like the pale pure star,
A loveliness to night,
And winneth from the world afar,
Its own eternal light.
It bringeth to our earth again
The heavens it dwells among:—
Not to the worldly and the vain
Can such a love belong:
High, holy as the heaven above,
Yet sharing life’s worst part,
Until I meet with such a love
I cannot give my heart.
