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The night grew older: and such as chose
Sought curtained couches for their repose,
And, grouping in unacquainted pairs,
Some crept to beds unwontedly low,
Some clung to the steep step-ladder's stairs,
Themselves in flying garrets to stow;
And some went wandering in delight
Through gardens of bliss: some pain-pursued,
Were riding or ridden by mares of night,
According as stomachs were bad or good.
And slumbering silently sweet were some,
And others snoring the engine dumb.
Sought curtained couches for their repose,
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Some crept to beds unwontedly low,
Some clung to the steep step-ladder's stairs,
Themselves in flying garrets to stow;
And some went wandering in delight
Through gardens of bliss: some pain-pursued,
Were riding or ridden by mares of night,
According as stomachs were bad or good.
And slumbering silently sweet were some,
And others snoring the engine dumb.
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