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The love that haunts my midnight hour, A dream—and yet, how true! Belongs to a diviner power, Than vanity e’er knew: It giveth, like the pale pure star, A loveliness to night, And winneth from the world afar, Its own eternal light.

It bringeth to our earth again The heavens it dwells among:— Not to the worldly and the vain Can such a love belong: High, holy as the heaven above, Yet sharing life’s worst part, Until I meet with such a love I cannot give my heart.