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KARL.
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KARL.
P the sky in silence holy Comes the young moon slowly, slowly,
Softly with her light divine,
Filling, like a cup with wine.
On the broad bay falls her lustre,
Where the anchored vessels cluster,
While their sails gleam snowy-white,
Brightened by her pearly light.
Where the anchored vessels cluster,
While their sails gleam snowy-white,
Brightened by her pearly light.
Thou whose restless high endeavor
Led thee from my sight forever
To thy home beyond the sea,
Comes there any thought of me?
Led thee from my sight forever
To thy home beyond the sea,
Comes there any thought of me?
Only last year thou wast roaming
With me in the dewy gloaming,
Talking with low murmuring lips
Of the moonlight and the ships.
With me in the dewy gloaming,
Talking with low murmuring lips
Of the moonlight and the ships.
