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I fell flooded with a dark, In the silence of a swoon. When I rose, still cold and stark, There was night; I saw the moon And the stars, each in its place, And the May-blooms on the grass, Seemed to wonder what I was.
I fell flooded with a dark, In the silence of a swoon. When I rose, still cold and stark, There was night; I saw the moon And the stars, each in its place, And the May-blooms on the grass, Seemed to wonder what I was.