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The fairest smiles are those that live On the brow by starlight wreathing; And the lips their richest incense give When the sigh is at midnight breathing. Oh, softest is the cheek's love-ray When seen by moonlight hours, Other roses seek the day, But blushes are night flowers. Oh, when the moon and stars are bright, When the dew-drops glisten, Then their vows should lovers plight, Then should ladies listen.