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XXIII
[The skies are strown with stars]
The skies are strown with stars,
The streets are fresh with dew,
A thin moon drifts to westward,
The night is hushed and cheerful:
My thought is quick with you.
The streets are fresh with dew,
A thin moon drifts to westward,
The night is hushed and cheerful:
My thought is quick with you.
Near windows gleam and laugh,
And far away a train
Clanks glowing through the stillness:
A great content 's in all things,
And life is not in vain.
And far away a train
Clanks glowing through the stillness:
A great content 's in all things,
And life is not in vain.
1877
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