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Holy and sweet, as its music were given Less from a vision of earth than of heaven.

up the young moon; back she flung The veil of clouds that o'er her hung: Thus would fair maiden fling aside Her bright curls in her golden pride; On pass'd she through the sky of blue, Lovelier as she pass'd it grew; At last her gentle smiles awake The silence of the azure lake. Lighted to silver, waves arise, As conscious of her radiant eyes.