NIGHT.
I love to gaze upon the brow of night,
As shade by shade enfolds the evening light,
When the glad sunshine passes from the earth,
To give a fainter light, her lesser birth.
Mark how the mountains, in their pride of place,
Grow more terrific 'neath night's shadowy trace,
And seem like giant-genii thither hurled,
To guard the slumbers of a mortal world.
I love to watch each bright and beauteous star
Shoot forth in golden lustre from afar;
To mark the clouds' fantastic gambols roll,
Like fleeting fancies 41'ound the dreamy soul,
Passing in wild and varied forms by,
The stilly presence of the midnight sky.
As shade by shade enfolds the evening light,
When the glad sunshine passes from the earth,
To give a fainter light, her lesser birth.
Mark how the mountains, in their pride of place,
Grow more terrific 'neath night's shadowy trace,
And seem like giant-genii thither hurled,
To guard the slumbers of a mortal world.
I love to watch each bright and beauteous star
Shoot forth in golden lustre from afar;
To mark the clouds' fantastic gambols roll,
Like fleeting fancies 41'ound the dreamy soul,
Passing in wild and varied forms by,
The stilly presence of the midnight sky.
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