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SONNET.
['Twas in the night I journeyed—moonlight—snow—]
'Twas in the night I journeyed—moonlight—snow—And silence were around!—that scene so still
Seemed the hushed heart with awe-touched peace to fill!
The hidden vallies shrouded lay below
In gloom impenetrable, while the brow—
The uplifted brow of every soaring hill
Shone out distinctly, clearly visible—
Crowned with a diadem of sheeny show!
It was as though on every mountain's height
A beacon of white fire all keen and clear
Was kindled by that pure Moon fair and bright,
Who as a silvery Sun did then appear—
Making one beauty of the slumberer—Night!
While those white beaconed hills did their lit foreheads rear.
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