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Oh, well the world is dreaming / Under the April moon, / Her soul in love with beauty, / Her senses all a-swoon!
Pure hangs the silver crescent / Above the twilight wood, / And pure the silver music / Wakes from the marshy flood.
O Earth, with all thy transport, / How comes it life should seem / A shadow in the moonlight, / A murmur in a dream?