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KARL.
Now again I wander nightly,
When the radiance, falling whitely
All across the sleeping bay,
Builds a broad and shining way;
When the radiance, falling whitely
All across the sleeping bay,
Builds a broad and shining way;
But the scene, so dreamy, tender,
Loses half its mystic splendor,
Since upon the whispering shore
Thou wilt walk with me no more.
Loses half its mystic splendor,
Since upon the whispering shore
Thou wilt walk with me no more.
For, though fame and beauty ever
Crown thine earnest life-endeavor,
On the moon-rise and the sea
Thou hast looked thy last with me.
Crown thine earnest life-endeavor,
On the moon-rise and the sea
Thou hast looked thy last with me.
