tood up like a church

    t nig our love would hold,

    And saintly moonligo search

    And washe whole world clean as gold;

    tallized the vales

    Broad slopes until trong:

    tingales

    to either, flame and song.

    tingales, tingales.

    Upon ts shade

    tood, self-balanced high;

    half up, half down, as double-made,

    Along t the sky.

    And oo! from suc

    Such leaps of blood, so blindly driven,

    e scarce kneure meant

    Most passionate eartense heaven.

    tingales, tingales.

    e paled h love,

    e kissed so close  vow;

    till Giulio w, above

    Gods Ever guarantees this Now.

    And tingales

    Drove straigheir long clear call,

    Like arrohrough heroic mails,

    And love  all.

    tingales, tingales.

    O cold we moonligh,

    Refreshis hell!

    O coverture of death

    Across this garden-chamber... well!

    But o do

    In gloomy England, called the free.

    (Yes, free to die in!...) wwo

    Are sundered, singing still to me?

    And still tingales.

    I think I hear him, how he cried

    My oes.

    Eac one soul supplied,

    And ts immortal. ts

    On fire o her

    say o me he said!

    And yet hey aver.

    tingales sing through my head.

    tingales, tingales.

    o  moves .

    name hin

    ito her lips and chin.

    Man  one soul, tis ordained,

    And eac one love, I add;