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 So that, after the Silence, The Dark and the Dew, The shore and the valley might waken at Dawn again Perfectly new.

Now, where I holden had been all day, I still stay’d on, Watching Dreams glimmer Where Life had shone, Musing, pondering, Wistfully wondering, And all alone.... When, sudden! a stir beside my feet, A touch upon my knee, A little soft hand slipp’d into mine, Trustfully— And lo! in the moonlight, a Little-One Stood, and look’d up at me!

Oh, tenderly the maid Moon Touch’d, mother-wise, Dimpled limbs, rounded brow, And asking eyes! As into my eager arms With a happy cry Up he sprang, a brother Star Kiss’d either eye! But, oh! as through my thrilling heart His sweet warmth stole, Full Father Sun it was, that rose In my rejoicing soul!