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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Moon-Light
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COME, gentle muse! now all is calm,
	The dew descends, the air is balm;
	Unruffled is the glassy deep,
	While moon-beams o`er its bosom sleep;
	The gale of summer mildly blows,
	The wave in soothing murmur flows;
	Unclouded Vesper shines on high,
	And ev`ry flow`r has clos`d its tearful eye.

	Oh! at this hour, this placid hour,
	Soft music, wake thy magic pow`r!
	Be mine to hear thy dulcet measure,
	Thy warbling strains, that whisper, pleasure;
	Thy heavenly airs, of cadence dying,
	And harp to every zephyr sighing;
	When roving by the shadowy beam,
	That gilds the fairy-bow`r and woodland-stream!

	But all is still! no mellow sound
	Floats on the breeze of night around ;
	Yet fancy, with some airy spell,
	Can wake "sweet Echo" from her cell;
	Can charm her pensive votary`s ear,
	With plaintive numbers melting near;
	And bid celestial spirits rise,
	To pour their wild, enchanted melodies.

	I love the rosy dawn of day,
	When Zephyr wakes the laughing May;
	I love the summer-evening`s close,
	That lulls the mind in calm repose;
	But sweeter far the hour serene,
	When softer colours paint the scene;
	When Vesper sheds a dewy ray,
	And o`er the sleeping wave the moon-beams play.
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