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[00:08.35]Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
[00:17.64]Cowering beneath dark wing that love must chase,--
[00:26.86]With still tears showering and averted face,
[00:38.37]Inexplicably filled with faint alarms:
[00:48.11]And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms
[00:53.33]I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,--
[01:00.37]Against all ills the fortified strong place
[01:09.43]And sweet reserve of sovereign counter-charms.
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[01:22.43]And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,
[01:30.94]Lulls us to rest with songs, and turns away
[01:39.39]All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.
[01:50.74]Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune;
[02:05.67]And as soft waters warble to the moon,
[02:12.50]Our answering spirits chime one roundelay