Moves fleeter than even our own. May nor yet September Binds their hearts, that yet Remember, forget, and remember, Forget, and recall, and forget. 336 XI 336 As light on a lake's face moving Between a cloud and a cloud Till night reclaim it, reproving The heart that exults too loud, The heart that watching rejoices When soft it swims into sight Applauded of all the voices And stars of the windy night, So brief and unsure, but sweeter Than ever a moondawn smiled, Moves, measured of no tune's metre, The song in the soul of a child; The song that the sweet soul singing
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