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Remembering thee, I search out these faint flowers / Of rhyme; remembering thee, this crescent night / While o'er the buds and o'er the grass-blades, bright / And clinging with the dew of odorous showers, / With purple sandals sweep the grave-eyed hours --
Remembering thee, I muse, while fades in flight / The honey-hearted leisure of the light, / And hanging o'er the hush of willow bowers, / Of ceaseless loneliness and high regret / Sings the young wistful spirit of a star / Enfolden in the shadows of the East, / And silence holding revelry and feast; / Just now my soul rose up and touched it, far / In space, made equal with a sigh, we met.