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...As when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. With thy clear keen joyance, Languor cannot be, Shadow of annoyance, Never came near thee: Thou lovest, and ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures...

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...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst ; hut ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...

...Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught...