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1858–1941

AFTER HEINE

Rennell Rodd

How the mirrored moonbeams quiver On the waters’ fall and rise, Yet the moon serene as ever Wanders through the quiet skies.

Like the mirrored moonlight's fretting Are the dreams I have of you, For my heart will beat, forgetting You are ever calm and true.

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