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To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling


The keen stars were twinkling,

And the fair moon was rising among them,

Dear Jane!

The guitar was tinkling,

But the notes were not sweet till you sung them



As the moon's soft splendour

O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven

Is thrown,

So your voice most tender

To the strings without soul had then given

Its own.


The stars will awaken,

Though the moon sleep a full hour later,


No leaf will be shaken

Whilst the dews of your melody scatter



Though the sound overpowers,

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing

A tone

Of some world far from ours,

Where music and moonlight and feeling

Are one.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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