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 Encircle her I love and sing her into peace, That my old care may cease; Unfold your ﬂaming wings and cover out of sight The nets of day and night.

Dim Powers of drowsy thought, let her no longer be Like the pale cup of the sea, When winds have gathered and sun and moon burned dim Above its cloudy rim; But let a gentle silence wrought with music ﬂow Whither her footsteps go.