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O breath by silver light

Take haste my life to thee

For thou art fair and pure

Judge not my callow threads

Of shadow, beckoning further

I wisht but to be as thee

To bask all in thine splendor

Drink in thy virgin light

The sun 'tis naught to thee

Whereto flames doth give thy heart

Suffer regret bestow'd

And souls disputes sense as

'Twere distrust in flame

Truth holds but in thine heart

But such come but by night

And the night doth hold to thee

Grant me thine wisdom

For the daymoon's deception

Hath vanquished thine art

And left but a reminder

Of that which I so desire

If it were so--but hark!

Night alludes, beseech me

Bury me in my woes

And upon my stead place

such greater than I

As fallen moonlight unto me

And brings me to thyself

By day, perhaps thou't now

Wilst give cry for thee