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A pity it is evening, yetI do love the water of this springseeing how clear it is, how clean;rays of sunset gleam on it,lighting up its ripples, making itone with those who travelthe roads;
I turn and facethe moon; sing it a song, thenlisten ...

How clear she shines
How quietlyI lie beneath her guardian light;
While heaven and earth are whispering me,"To morrow, wake, but dream to-night
"Yes,