In the solemn deep I hear
Echoes of distant memories
That stir in my breast anew
And rekindle that flame azure.
Burn within my heart afresh
Sweet melodies of your whisper
Soft as the candlefly in the dusk;
That stirs; that excites and illuminates.
Like that 'candlefly in the dusk /That stirs, excites and illuminates'!
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