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44 Whispers. Timid breathing. Trilling Of a nightingale. Heaving silver waters rilling In the quiet vale.

Night's dim light and shadows dreaming Through the haze of space. Moods like faery lanterns gleaming On the dearest face.

Smoky clouds show roses sleeping, Amber lights and fawn. Kisses soft, and softer weeping. And the dawn, the dawn!