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NIGHT IN JUNE.
When the northern summer unfoldsHer gates, at the bidding of June,
Then is night but the spirit of day;
On her brow is the crescent moon;
In her right hand low she holds
The vanished sunset's ray;
In her left she lifts the boon
Of the dawning, rose and gray.
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