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o'er my garden falls the night, Withholding from my ravished sight The roses red, the lilies white, Still through the dark am I aware Of how they stand in beauty there, Since to the timid, wandering air Each fragrant bloom its passion flings And to my sense fresh rapture brings From all the lovely hidden things.

So is it with my thought of thee; For through the darkness still I see That gracious look thou gavest me. And though our ways lie far apart, Yet through the distance to my heart The fragrant sense of what thou art Brings something delicate and true That thrills the shining silence through And wakens all my love anew.