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POEMS.
NOCTURNE.
I.
In the shade of the trees it is night,
But out here bright as noon;
All the garden lies brilliantly white
In the light of the moon,
And the rose-laden air breathes delight,
And love passes so soon.
But out here bright as noon;
All the garden lies brilliantly white
In the light of the moon,
And the rose-laden air breathes delight,
And love passes so soon.
II.
From across the far fields comes the sound
Of the sea on the shore;
So the love of all time echoes round
The wide world o er and o er.
But our love-time is brief and when found
Shall we waste it the more?
Of the sea on the shore;
So the love of all time echoes round
The wide world o er and o er.
But our love-time is brief and when found
Shall we waste it the more?
III.
From the branches I brush as I pass
Fall the dewdrops like rain,
And the wind in the trees sighs "Alas,"
And is silent again.
Fall the dewdrops like rain,
And the wind in the trees sighs "Alas,"
And is silent again.
