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even - ing star,  Which  yet  be - holds  not  me. This

to the rose,  In  both  I  read  thy  name. Thine

morn I climbed the mist-y hill And roam'd the pas - tures through; How

eyes still shined for me, tho' far I roved the land or sea: As

danced thy form be - fore my path, A - midst the deep - eyed dew!

I be - hold yon even-ing star. Which yet be-holds not me.