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, large golden summer moon,
 * Hanging between the linden trees,
 * Which in the intermittent breeze

Beat with the rhythmic pulse of June!

O night-air, scented through and through
 * With honey-coloured flower of lime,
 * Sweet now as in that other time

When all my heart was sweet as you!

The sorcery of this breathing bloom
 * Works like enchantment in my brain,
 * Till, shuddering back to life again,

My dead self rises from its tomb.