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STANZAS.

Pale star, that, with thy soft sad light,
 Came out upon my bridal eve,
I have a song to sing to-night
 Before thou tak'st thy mournful leave.
Since then, so softly time hath stirred,
 That months have almost seemed like hours,
And I am like some little bird,
 That 's slept too long among the flowers,
And, waking, sits with waveless wing,
 Soft-singing, 'mid the shades of even;
But O! with sadder heart I sing—
 I sing of one who dwells in heaven.

The winds are soft, the clouds are few,
 And tenderest thought my heart beguiles,
As, floating up through mist and dew,
 The pale young moon comes out and smiles;
And to the green resounding shore,
 In silvery troops the ripples crowd,
Till all the ocean, dimpled o'er,
 Lifts up its voice and laughs aloud;