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THINE EYES STILL SHINED.

even - ing star, Which yet be - holds not me. This

to the rose, In both I read thy name. Thine


morn I climbed the mist-y hill And roam'd the pas - tures through; How

eyes still shined for me, tho' far I roved the land or sea: As


danced thy form be - fore my path, A - midst the deep - eyed dew!

I be - hold yon even-ing star. Which yet be-holds not me.