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Rh But from its sea of endless night
 * My mad heart never rose again;

Long looked I for one gleam of light,
 * But kept a desolate watch in vain.

Cold, dark, and senseless, still it lies
 * Within a black and waveless sea,

In splendor never more to rise,
 * And shine in love and melody.

whole of this June day replete with roses,
 * Replete with perfume, loveliness, and bloom,

From dewy morn till sunset's portal closes,
 * From twilight till the midnight's starry gloom,

I offer up to thee, my loved and only—
 * I offer up to thee my thoughts and dreams,

And though alone, I can not then be lonely
 * While thus thy memory, like thy presence, seems.

All this soft sunshine through the white clouds glowing—
 * All this faint fragrance of the summer air—

All this sweet melody around me flowing
 * Of birds and breezes—all these blossoms fair—

This nameless influence of June's witching beauty
 * That thrills my pulses like old golden wine,

With a half wish that I could deem it duty,
 * And a sad joy, I offer on thy shrine.

My heart is full of tears that well up slowly,
 * And fall upon the breast from whence they stole;

A placid sorrow, made by patience holy,
 * Sits with bowed forehead in my silent soul!

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