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I GAZE into her eyes:—But who can see
Beyond the impenetrable stars! I hear
The music of her steps, and of her sighs,
And of her presence, when she is most still:
Yet something 'scapes me. I could sooner read
The mysteries of the moon, when frenzy howls,
Than her all potent silence.
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