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XXVI
BETWEEN NIGHT AND MORNING
IN SOUTH-WESTERN ENGLAND
Still, still,—so still that you might carve,
Like marble in the bed,
Vast blocks of solid silence, from
The night around us spread:
Till stealthy-glimmering dawn with gray
Dilutes the ebon dark,
And tuning for the sky his song,
Awakes the woodland lark.
Like marble in the bed,
Vast blocks of solid silence, from
The night around us spread:
Till stealthy-glimmering dawn with gray
Dilutes the ebon dark,
And tuning for the sky his song,
Awakes the woodland lark.
Thou Dawn that silent flood'st the vale,
Wilt flood the vale with song,
While tremulous wing and open'd beak
In their green nurseries throng.
With those who chaunt His praise, and float
Through Heaven their order'd way,
God's little ones of hedge and holt
Their angel-service pay.
Wilt flood the vale with song,
While tremulous wing and open'd beak
In their green nurseries throng.
With those who chaunt His praise, and float
Through Heaven their order'd way,
God's little ones of hedge and holt
Their angel-service pay.
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Now o'er the bay a second sea
Of liquid amber swims:
Each grove now to the gracious light
Breaks forth in thankful hymns:
With jocund cry the blackbird trim
Leaps on the dewy lawn:—
O snow-soft silence of the night!
O music of the dawn!
Of liquid amber swims:
Each grove now to the gracious light
Breaks forth in thankful hymns:
With jocund cry the blackbird trim
Leaps on the dewy lawn:—
O snow-soft silence of the night!
O music of the dawn!
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