| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| T. Moore |
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| CCI. "At the mid hour of night" |
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| AT the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly | |
| To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; | |
| And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air | |
| To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there | |
| And tell me our love is remember'd, even in the sky! | 5 |
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| Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear | |
| When our voices, commingling, breathed like one on the ear; | |
| And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls, | |
| I think, O my Love! 'tis thy voice, from the Kingdom of Souls | |
| Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear. | 10 |
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