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It was a lovely summer night, The air was incense-fill'd, the light Was dim and tremulous, a gleam, When a star, mirror'd on the stream, Sent a ray round just to reveal How gales from flower to flower steal. "It was on such a night as this,   When even a single breath is bliss,    Such a soft air, such a mild heaven,    My vows to  were given." Sigh'd, "Oh, might it be   A hope, a happy augury!"

She reach'd the lake,—a blush, a smile, Contended on her face the while;