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NIGHT SCENE.
One cloud was gabled like a country houseWith latticed windows, vine hid, through which looked
The melting eyes of stars. From out one side
Was hung the moon like a great lantern in
The crowded porch of some quaint village inn!
[OMITTED] The far dim woods
Were tipped with amethyst; beneath me stretched
The town of Eld bespangled with its lights;
Above me, drooped the linings of the clouds!
And I could hear, like one in trance, the feet
Of cascades tripping musically down
Emerald hills, while ever and anon
The Nightingale sent trembles thro' the night.
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