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Sometimes she is a child within mine arms, |
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Cowering beneath dark wing that love must chase,-- |
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With still tears showering and averted face, |
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Inexplicably filled with faint alarms: |
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And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms |
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I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,-- |
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Against all ills the fortified strong place |
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And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms. |
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And Love, our light at night and shade at noon, |
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Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away |
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All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day. |
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Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune; |
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And as soft waters warble to the moon, |
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Our answering spirits chime one roundelay |