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Awake, asleep, in dreams, amid the din of mortal striving,

I feel thee ever near, vision of fancy's sweet contriving:

The setting sun and twilight glow

Thou art the music sweet and low.

When on the sands, at dead of night,

Dark waves are breaking in their might,

While, through the billowy crests, the wild winds roar,

Thou art the gull who over all dost soar.

Amid the storm and lightning flash,

The pelting rain and thunder crash,

When faces blanch, and none can will,

Thou, heavenly bow, art faithful still.

'Tis not the kiss, the touch, the sigh,

That bringeth love from earth to sky;

For motions strange about the heart

Reveal the inner nature of thy part.