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FRAGMENT.

[Whistling, in listless vacancy of thought]

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Whistling, in listless vacancy of thought,
To waste the dull hours of a tedious day,
Till Eve invites my solitary steps
To mark how, with the purple of his train,
Hyperion royally o'ercanopies
The green-rob'd Amphitrite.—While thievish Night
Steals from his closing eye the woods o'th' East.
And oft, when all the busy Town is hush'd,
I wander, in the midnight darkness cloak'd,
To seat me on the hillock of a grave
By some religious tow'r, whose high-plac'd clock
Keeps watch for Time, with momentary voice
The slow and sullen-paced steps of Night
Counting to Silence.
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