Light, a countenance
Has in this round moon.
And is there none, softer
Of feeling, fuller
Than this. What appealed most
To one. None shyer!
Uprose on, moreo're
By such this evening.
But whose effects, tidal
The heart's own sea wall
Had, which inhibition
Breached. Irreparable!
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