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A Pause

You only watch the light,
Sinking away from night . . .
In silver mail all shadowy pale,
The moon shines white, so white . . .

. . . O! if we two were wise
Your eyes would leave the skies
And look into my eyes!
And I who wistful stand, . . .
One foot in fairy land,
Would catch Love by the hand. . . .

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