'TIS moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
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On a sunny brae alone I lay
One summer afternoon;
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"O day! he cannot die
When thou so fair art shining!
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It was a little budding rose,
Round like a fairy globe,
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
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How beautiful the earth is still,
To thee--how full of happiness?
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The day is done, the winter sun
Is setting in its sullen sky;
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Come hither, child--who gifted thee
With power to touch that string so well?
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Death! that struck when I was most confiding.
In my certain faith of joy to be—
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I do not weep; I would not weep;
Our mother needs no tears:
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"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
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High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars,
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A LITTLE while, a little while,
The noisy crowd are barred away;
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The moon is full this winter night;
The stars are clear, though few;
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Hope was but a timid friend-
She sat without my grated den
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How beautiful the Earth is still
To thee–how full of Happiness;
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How clear she shines! How quietly
I lie beneath her guardian light;
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If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
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Ladybird! Ladybird! Fly away home, Night is approaching, and sunset is come:
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I knew not 'twas so dire a crime
To say the word, "Adieu;"
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Loud without the wind was roaring
Through th'autumnal sky;
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Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --
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Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
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'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
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Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught
A feeling strange or new;
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THE linnet in the rocky dells,
The moor-lark in the air,
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No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere :
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OFTEN rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were b
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OH, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
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COLD in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
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