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182 Naught doth he note anear, Fain through Night s veil to peer, Reach that resplendent sphere, Reading her sign. Where point those sharp, thin rays, Guiding his weary maze, Blesseth she or betrays, Who may divine? &quot; Guard me, celestial light, Lofty, serenely bright : Lead my halt feet aright,&quot; Prayerful he speaks. &quot; For a new ray hath shone Over my spirit lone. Be this new soul the one Whom my soul seeks.&quot;

Beside her casement oped the maiden sits, Where the mild evening spirit of the Spring Gently between the city s homesteads flits To kiss her brows, and floats on languid wing, Vague longings in her breast awakening. While her heart trembles neath those dim, deep <skies, As the quick sea that neath the globed moon lies. Where her eyes rest the full-orbed evening star Burns with white flame : it beckons, shrinks, dilates.