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        It was a lovely summer night,
    The air was incense-fill'd, the light
    Was dim and tremulous, a gleam,
    When a star, mirror'd on the stream,
    Sent a ray round just to reveal
    How gales from flower to flower steal.
    "It was on such a night as this,
    When even a single breath is bliss,
    Such a soft air, such a mild heaven,
    My vows to Eginhard were given."
    Sigh'd Elenore, "Oh, might it be
    A hope, a happy augury!"

        She reach'd the lake,—a blush, a smile,
    Contended on her face the while;