Softly the dews upon my forehead light
Softly the dews upon my forehead light:
From off the oars, perchance, as feather'd spray,
They drop, while some fair skiff bends on her way
Across the Heav'nly Stream on starlit night.
From off the oars, perchance, as feather'd spray,
They drop, while some fair skiff bends on her way
Across the Heav'nly Stream on starlit night.
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