I roamed abroad, beneath the gathering light Of springtide moon and stars, whose wondrous show Of beauty o'er the firmament of night, Filled my rapt heart to tearful overflow. The zephyr voices breathed a flowing song Of praise more sweet than ever art of man Could frame in word or music, and along The tender sky, an unsubstantial span Of cloud, as faint as foam that flecks the sea, Lay, like heaven's smile, above earth's shadowed face; And all things, filled with holy ecstasy, Seemed to give thanks for this most perfect grace, I too gave thanks, that thus 'twas given to me This onward sign of heavenly Love to see.
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