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At the end of the road through the wood / I see the great moon rise. / The fields are flooded with shine, / And my soul with surmise.
What if that mystic orb / With her shadowy beams, / Should be the revealer at last / Of my darkest dreams!
What if this tender fire / In my heart's deep hold / Should be wiser than all the lore / Of the sages of old!