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@ Rusty - thank you
Here is the phrase in context.
THE POET'S ISLE.
by REBECCA S. NICHOLS.
All night long, my soul is haunted
By a dream of other days—
Of a flowery Isle, enchanted,
Hidden from the fierce sun’s rays;
Lighted by the softened splendor
Of a holy, harvest moon,
And the saint-like eyes, so tender,
Glowing at the midnight noon.
There is the added problem to the difficulty of it being a poem and written in
the mid 19th century.
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