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The soft night, like a silent child / Before some wondrous thing, / Withholds its breath, as if beguiled / By songs the fairies sing.
It seems to stand and listen, still / As statue in a grove -- / Perhaps it hears a fairy trill / A strain Titania wove.
Ah, no, the night hears not her song, / For it would then be glad; / And I have listened here so long, / I know the night is sad.
Now if it be a song that keep / The hour when night should part, / Then night must hear from my soul's deep, / The music of my heart.