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At night, with shaded eyes, the summer moon
  In tender meditation downward glances
  At the dark earth, far-set in dim expanses,
And, welcomer than blazoned gold of noon,
Down through the air her steady lights are strewn.
  The breezy forests sigh in moonlit trances,
  And the full-hearted poet, waking, fancies
The smiling hills will break in laughter soon.

Oh thus, thou gentle Nature, dost thou shine
  On me to-night. My very limbs would melt,
Like rugged earth beneath yon ray divine,
  Into faint semblance of what they have felt:
Thine eye doth color me, O wife, O mine,
With peace that in thy spirit long hath dwelt!