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Stars.
O cold blue night, and deep the cloudless skyGleams, sown with lucid keen and trembling stars;—
A ravishment of glory shines on high,
And the rapt soul yearns upward. Fiery Mars
Shines with a baleful redness in the west;
While mail'd Orion, frozenly severe,
Stands like an armed skeleton opprest
With centuries of sentinelship. Thro' clear
Smooth ether the keen-silvered Plough upheaves
Its seven diamonds; and far away
Poor Cassiopeia for her daughter grieves—
Andromeda cold-touch'd by windy spray,
While faintly watching with tear-misted eyne,
Perseus flying shoreward o'er the gleaming brine.
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