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Rh , purpled night
 * From her starry crown

Sheds a doubtful glimmer
 * On the sleeping town;

I scarce can see your face
 * Soft and shadowy-white,

But I know your eyes
 * Look deep into the night.

Do you think, perchance,
 * Of one I never knew,

One I never heard of,
 * All in all to you;

Dead, maybe, or lost
 * ’Mid the many years?

You are very still;
 * Are you shedding tears?

The night feels your tears,
 * The night returns your sigh

From where the spires and towers
 * Stand dim against the sky;

But my heart leaps swift,
 * Swift, and leaps again,

Ah! to soothe and quiet
 * Your poor soul in pain.

Ah! to soothe your soul!
 * It may never be,

For I cannot draw one veil
 * From your mystery,