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CLOUDED NIGHTS
Nights clothed in dense cloud I have rarely seen
But subtle and vague remonstrance thrilled me through,
Fain to unveil that vault of heavenly blue
Where myriad swarms of shining worlds convene.
Why, being so brief and transient, should life screen
Our vision from one hour's dear chance to view
This meadow of heaven whose dusk so guards its dew
In diamond immobility serene?
But subtle and vague remonstrance thrilled me through,
Fain to unveil that vault of heavenly blue
Where myriad swarms of shining worlds convene.
Why, being so brief and transient, should life screen
Our vision from one hour's dear chance to view
This meadow of heaven whose dusk so guards its dew
In diamond immobility serene?
Unpitying for those tireless eyes that toil
The devious deeds of stars to scan and trace,
Are clouds whence no sweet beam shall dare to burst;
Since, ah, not even a single night should foil
The soul of Science, harrying time and space
With all its glory of hunger and of thirst!
The devious deeds of stars to scan and trace,
Are clouds whence no sweet beam shall dare to burst;
Since, ah, not even a single night should foil
The soul of Science, harrying time and space
With all its glory of hunger and of thirst!
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