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250 The sunshine through the snowy clouds is stealing
 * Like a bride's glances through her bridal vail,

And so Hope glances through the shadowy feeling
 * That wraps it in a mantle soft and pale!

Oh, something in my heart pines on forever—
 * A wish, a want, a yearning still the same;

And when to question it I make endeavor,
 * The voice within me answers back thy name;

Oh, something in my heart moans on forever—
 * With a low sound that haunts me night and day!

And when to question it I make endeavor,
 * Alone—alone—alone! it seems to say.

But now, to-day, I hardly feel the pining—
 * The moaning of my heart is almost still—

For thy dear presence all around is shining.
 * Thy spirit all this loneliness doth fill!

I see thee, and I hear thee, and I know thee—
 * Though far away, I recognize thee near!

This bright June beauty, so like thine, doth show thee
 * Seen, yet impalpable, still lingering here.

The locust blossoms whitely wave and sparkle.
 * Tossing their chalices upon the breeze.

Filled with the dewy drops that burn and darkle
 * As they wave in and out among the trees.

Oh, these sweet locust-blossoms, tuned to dances.
 * In their white beauty yearning toward the sky,

Are only like thy many graceful fancies,
 * Restlessly beautiful, and pure, and high!

This brightness in the air, subdued and tender,
 * Is like the presence of thy radiant eyes;

And yon white cloud that glows with a soft splendor—
 * Such a young glory on thy forehead lies,