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 the weird stillness just before the dawn Low sang the waves, like murmuring tones that bless,
 * Along the far, dim shore, by cape and ness,

And furtive winds blew soft across the lawn,
 * Touching with spirit—lips in faint caress
 * The virgin—lilies, white and motionless,

In the weird stillness just before the dawn.

Was it a dream, or did you really come
 * ’Twixt the wan glimmer of my casement, where
 * The sweet wind followed you? Did I not hear

Your low voice, passion—thrilled, I, speechless, dumb?
 * While in the tender gloom, near and more near,
 * Your fond lips drew to mine and rested there—

Was it a rapturous dream, or did you come?