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A boat, beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
