At night, in June,
the moon.

Exhales
softly
the quiet
music

on the grave;
the wave
the fog
The rest;
the lake
i take,
awake.
sleep
with her !

O, lady
o the night
wanton

bodi

in and out,
And
fully
fri g id
thy slumb’ring soul lies
o’er
the
lady
dreaming
of
the garden !
Strange
all
silentless!

sleep ! Oh, sleep,
be deep!
Heaven
changed
This bed for
God

While ghosts go by!

sleep ! Oh, sleep
be deep!
her creep
in the forest,
tall

Triumphant, o’er
her –

alone
Against
an idle
tomb

Thrill of
the dead .

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