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And all o'er heaven is that clear blue The stars so love to wander through. They're rising from the silent deep, Like bright eyes opening after sleep. Young watch'd them till their ray Grew sad—so far they were away. He felt so earthly, thus to see What he might never hope to be. He thought upon earth's loveliest eyes: What were they to those shining there? He thought upon earth's sweetest sighs: What were they to the lulling air? "Oh no, my heart," he mournful sigh'd, "To thee is that dear boon denied; That wildering dream whose fair deceit Makes languid earth a temple meet