How sweet the silver Moon’s pale ray, Falls trembling on the distant bay, O’er which the breezes sigh no more, Nor billows lash the sounding shore. Say, do the eyes of those I love, Behold thee as thou soar’st above, Lonely, majestic and serene, The calm and placid evening’s Queen? Say, if upon thy peaceful […]
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