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Where Still Shadows Fall.
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Come in the still night,
Thou dearest and best!
Tis long since the sunlight
Has sunk to its rest.
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Why tarry, my heart?
The starlight is clear!
The moon’s silver crest
Is hastening near.
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See how the moon gleams
On blossoms and spray!
Trust in the moonbeams.
For loyal are they:
What fearest thou? Love come away!
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In dreamy bliss lie
Each floweret and tree
Love only is waking, to gaze upon thee.
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List to the nightingale.
List to my call:
Come, Dearest, come, where still shadows fall.
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