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Hush! hush! list, heart of mine, and hearken low! / You do not guess how tender is the Night, / And in what faintest murmurs of delight / Her deep, dim-throated utterances flow / Across the memories of long-ago! / Hark! do your senses catch the exquisite / Staccatos of a bird that dreams he sings? / Nay, then, you hear not rightly, -- 'tis a blur / Of misty love-notes, laughs and whisperings / The Night pours o'er the lips that fondle her, / And that faint breeze, filled with all fragrant sighs, -- / That is her breath that quavers lover-wise -- / O blessed sweetheart, with thy swart, sweet kiss, / Baptize me, drown me in black swirls of bliss!