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A SUMMER NIGHT.
No sleep for our eyelids—we roam in delight,
And weave in a garland the hours of the night.
O joys of the moment! too fleeting you seem,
The soul is in cloudland, the mind in a dream.
As the fire of youth kindles, and breaks into flame,
What harmonies waken, and thrill through my frame.
We wandered together, Louise, all along;
You echoed my heart when it murmured in song.
Where a cloudlet comes sailing through ether serene
The moon bursts in glory and silvers the scene.
Though voices of lovers are whispering low,
The Angel of Parting commands us to go;
For happiness stays but an hour from its birth,
