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Delight

Dear voice as deep
Restful and wonderful as sleep . . .
Our whole souls ache at each full note,
Fall faint with rapture, swoon to flight
And follow where your love songs float,
And, following forget to weep . . .
Alas! that silence should up-sweep
Such songs into the void of night! . . .

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