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 And we find there are rocks in the silvery
 * sea?

And a dear dead brown bird at the foot of
 * the tree ?—

Away with the thought! “He is true! he
 * is true!”

And we gaze in the eyes so much more than
 * mere blue.

“If he leaves me to-night, he will come again
 * soon”—

Yes, the winning’est, witchingest witch is the
 * Moon.

So we linger a little in moonshine and love, And worship devoutly th’ enchantress above, As she turns into jewels the frost-covered
 * wall,

And weaves a gay mantle of splendour o’er
 * all;

And the two gates of heaven are sweet eyes
 * of blue

That gaze in our own—ah! so tender and
 * true;

And the sea still is silvered, the pebble
 * impearled

By the fairiest fairy in all the wide world.