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Look on the calm blue sky, so set with stars: Is it not like to what we both recall? Those azure shadows of a summer night, That veiled the cautious lutanist who waked Thy slumbers with his song. How more than fair, How like a spirit of that starry hour, I used to think you, as your timid hand Unbarr'd the casement, and you leant to hear, Your long hair floating loose amid the vines Around your lattice; and how very sweet Your voice, scarce audible, with the soft fear That mingled in its low and tender tones! . Nay, now I will not listen to the tales Our memory is so rich in. I have much For question here. Who is this glorious shape, That, placed on a bright chariot in the midst,