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ALICE OF MONMOUTH Father and daughter they seemed; and with thoughtful eyes,

Silent, and full of the past, they watched the skies.

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the moon went down; like burnished steel

The infinite ether wrapt the crispy air.

Then, arm in arm on the terrace-walk, the pair

Moved in that still communion where we feel

No need of audible questions and replies,

But mutual pulses all our thoughts reveal;

And, as they turned to leave the outer night,

Far in the cloudless North a radiant sight

Stayed their steps for a while and held their eyes.

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