That in the night-time gently flow

In a stream on my window-pane.

Stream-rest and dream-rest,

And a cool, dark path between—

A cool, dark path from the rain’s breast

To the heart of the soft unseen.

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The Shy Sun

THE sun went with me to the wood,

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And lingered at the door;

One glance he gave from where he stood,

But dared not venture more,

Nor knew that in the heart of her

Who felt his presence nigh,

His love was all the lovelier

Because his look was shy.

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