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Softer than the hill-fog to the forest / Are the loving hands of my dear lover, / When she sleeps beside me in the starlight / And her beauty drenches me with rest.
As the quiet mist enfolds the beech-trees, / Even as she dreams her arms enfold me, / Half awaking with a hundred kisses / On the scarlet lily of her mouth.