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 HE burning fire shakes in the night,
 * On high her silver candles gleam,

With far-flung arms enflamed with light,
 * The trees are lost in dream.

Come in thy beauty! 'tis my love,
 * Lost in far-wandering desire,

Hath in the darkling deep above
 * Set stars and kindled fire.