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I. She comes, -- the dreamy daughter / Of day and night, -- a girl, / Who o'er the western water / Lifts up her moon of pearl: / Like some Rebecca at the well, / Who fills her jar of crystal shell, / Down ways of dew, o'er dale and dell, / Dusk comes with dreams of you, / Of you, / Dusk comes with dreams of you.
II. She comes, the serious sister / Of all the stars that strew / The deeps of God, and glister / Bright on the darkling blue: / Like some loved Ruth, who heaps her arm / With golden gleanings of the farm, / Down fields of stars, where shadows swarm, / Dusk comes with thoughts of you, / Of you, / Dusk comes with thoughts of you.
III. She comes, and soft winds greet her, / And whispering odors woo; / She is the words and meter / They set their music to: / Like Israfel, a spirit fair, / Whose heart's a silvery dulcimer, / Down listening slopes of earth and air / Dusk comes with love of you, / Of you, / Dusk comes with love of you.