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Sleep thou in the bosom

Of the tender comrade,

While the living water

Whispers in the well-run,

And the oleanders 5

Glimmer in the moonlight.

Soon, ah, soon the shy birds

Will be at their fluting,

And the morning planet

Rise above the garden; 10

For there is a measure

Set to all things mortal.