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The moon was sailing o'er the deep blue sky, Each moment shedding fuller light above, As the pale crimson from the west departs. Ah, this is just the hour for passionate hearts To linger over dreams of happiness, All of young love's delicious loveliness! The cypress waved upon the evening air Like the long tresses of a beauty's hair; And close beside was laurel; and the pale Snow blossoms of the myrtle tree, so frail And delicate, like woman; 'mid the shade Rose the white pillars of the colonnade Around the marble temple, where the Queen Of Love was worshipped, and there was seen, Where the grove ended, the so glorious sea Now in its azure sleep's tranquillity.