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I behold thy garments flowing,
 Snow-like, in the moon;
See thy parted lips are glowing,
 Red as flowers in June.

Underneath the daisies lying,
 Lost in dreamless sleep;
Thou hast heard my nightly crying,
 Thou hast left my sleep.

All the night in visions tender,
 Love and life return;
Until morning's cloudy splendor
 O'er the hills shall burn.

Day glides slowly o'er the meadow,
 Love and life to steal;
But the first star's trembling shadow
 Brings a bridal peal.