The moonshine on the baby's face
Cold and clear remaineth;
The mother's looks do shrink away,-
The mother's looks return to stay,
As charmèd by what paineth:
Is any glamour in the case?
Is it dream, or is it sight?
Hath the change upon the wild
Elements that sign the night,
Passed upon the child?
It is not dream, but s
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