Nightfall AS evening splendors fade From yonder sky afar, The Night pins on her dark Robe with a large bright star, And the new moon hangs like A high-thrown scimitar. Vague in the mystic room This side the paling west, The Tulledegas loom In an eternal rest, And one by one the lamps are lit In the dome of the Infinite. |
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