THINE AND MINE 



Gleaming through shadows of dusk-woven gloom, 

 In silvery mists o'er verdure and bloom, 

 Through dreamful nights they shimmer and shine 

 They are thine, they are mine 

 The stars and the moon. 



Over the hills and the dew-damp vale, 

 When stars and moon are faded and pale, 

 The dawn-light laves each flower and vine 

 They are thine, they are mine 

 The dawn and the dew. 



The widespread range with tortuous trail, 

 O'er reaches of meadow and stretches of swale, 



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