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On silver nights I cannot sleep; -- / The ancient moon from far above, / Bids me arise, and run and keep / A rendezvous with one I love.
And in my heart a little song / Swings to and fro its clear refrain, / While down the stairs I haste along / As though the past were mine again.
Then is my spirit so beguiled / By all the night's white witchery, / That I am kin to all things wild, / And part of all things that are free! --
Then he comes back, -- who long ago / Left these green paths his steps had trod; / Yes -- he comes back, -- I know! -- I know! -- / Light-footed from the fields of God.
So through the garden and the lane, / And where the lovely grass is deep, / We two go walking once again, -- / On silver nights, that banish sleep.