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    As a pale phantom with a lamp
    Ascends some ruined haunted stair,
    So glides the moon along the damp
    Mysterious chambers of the air.
    Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed,
    As if this phantom, full of pain,
    Were by the crumbling walls concealed,
    And at the windows seen again.

    Until at last, serene and proud
    In all the splendour of her light,
    She walks the terraces of cloud,
    Supreme as Empress of the Night.

    I look, but recognize no more
    Objects familiar to my view;
    The very pathway to my door
    Is an enchanted avenue.

    All things are changed. One mass of shade,
    The elm-trees drop their curtains down;
    By palace, park, and colonnade
    I walk as in a foreign town.

    The very ground beneath my feet
    Is clothed with a diviner air;
    White marble paves the silent street
    And glimmers in the empty square.

    Illusion! Underneath there lies
    The common life of everyday;
    Only the spirit glorifies
    With its own tints the sober grey.

    In vain we look, in vain uplift
    Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind;
    We see but what we have the gift
    Of seeing; what we bring we find.

    Moonlight
    by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

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    Payal :up;
    A Minute They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

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    thank u zebi

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