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Rh She, dazzled by that shining world afar, May not withdraw her gaze : breathless she waits. Some promised joy from Heaven s very gates Unto her soul seems proffered. When shall be The bright fulfilment of that star’s decree ? Nor glad nor sad is she: she doth not know That through the city s throng one threads his way, Thrilled likewise by that planet’s mystic glow, And hastes to seek her. What sweet change shall sway Her spirit at his coming ? What new ray Upon his shadowy life from her shall fall? The silent star burns on, and knoweth all.

TEN O CLOCK : the broken moon Hangs not yet a half hour high, Yellow as a shield of brass, In the dewy air of June, Poised between the vaulted sky And the ocean s liquid glass. Earth lies in the shadow still; Low black bushes, trees, and lawn Night s ambrosial dews absorb;