CHAPTER 128
CHAPTER CXXVIII
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Thy voice is on the rolling air;
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou standest in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair.
I hear thee where the waters run;
Thou standest in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair.
What art thou then? I cannot guess;
But tho' I seem in star and flower
To feel thee, some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less:
But tho' I seem in star and flower
To feel thee, some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less: