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THE BRIDGE.

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I stood on the bridge at midnight,
 As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city,
 Behind the dark church-tower.

I saw her bright reflection
 In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
 And sinking into the sea.