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DIANA.
How like a Queen comes forth the lonely MoonFrom the slow-opening curtains of the clouds,
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!
The stars are veil'd in light; the ocean-floods,
And the ten thousand streams—the boundless woods,
The trackless wilderness—the mountain's brow,
Where Winter on eternal pinions broods—
All height, depth, wildness, grandeur, gloom, below,
Touch'd by thy smile, lone Moon! in one wide splendour glow.
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