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A young moon among the trees Nor lights the valley-side, nor these; Only faint illumes a hill Far over me, where pale and still A fane 'mid habitations fair, Gemmed with mild fires, inhabits air Of clear May midnight; nightingales Lull the lonely-lying vales; Living stars above are set, As in adoration met. Yon hill appears a holy hope, Far beyond our earthly scope. Ghostly gleaming in the cope Of heaven, revealed, anon withdrawn. But I have felt the vision dawn, Hallowing my lowly lawn. So I may wait, tho' all be gloom, Till the eternal day illume.

Ceriana.