How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
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Václav Havel
