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28 No sleep for our eyelids—we roam in delight, And weave in a garland the hours of the night. O joys of the moment! too fleeting you seem, The soul is in cloudland, the mind in a dream. As the fire of youth kindles, and breaks into flame, What harmonies waken, and thrill through my frame.

We wandered together, Louise, all along; You echoed my heart when it murmured in song.

Where a cloudlet comes sailing through ether serene The moon bursts in glory and silvers the scene. Though voices of lovers are whispering low, The Angel of Parting commands us to go; For happiness stays but an hour from its birth,