The moonlight on this beach lies pallidly, And on the waters in a white track dreams, Where ripples pulsate under misty beams. Far out the night lifts vast and shadowy, Fear-haunted, where the dim, white headlands lie, And chants the lake the dark’s wild frighted themes In far-heard thunders. Here the silence teems With frensy’s sweet and frosted phantasy. This is the realm of lovers, and across This silvery web two shadows come and go. Outside the world sleeps with its freight of woe, Its human load of haggard pain and loss; But these two dream, where elfin torches glow And wind-stirred boughs their snowy foliage toss.
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