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Rh Waveless and calm lies that silent deep

In its wilderness of moors,

Solemn and soft the moonbeams sleep

Upon its heathy shores.

The deer are gathered to their rest,

The wild sheep seek the fold.

Only some spires of bright green grass

Transparently in sunshine quivering.

The sun has set, and the long grass now

Waves dreamily in the evening wind;

And the wild bird has flown from that old grey stone,

In some warm nook a couch to find.

In all the lonely landscape round

I see no light and hear no sound,

Except the wind that far away

Comes sighing o'er the healthy sea.

Lady, in thy palace hall,

Once perchance thy face was seen;

Can no memory now recall

Thought again to what has been?