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mov'st in visions, Love!—Around thy way, E'en through this world's rough path and changeful day, For ever floats a gleam, Not from the realms of moonlight or the morn, But thine own soul's illumined chambers born— The colouring of a dream!

Love, shall I read thy dream?—oh! is it not All of some sheltering, wood-embosomed spot— A bower for thee and thine? Yes! lone and lowly is that home; yet there Something of heaven in the transparent air Makes every flower divine.