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[Evening has lost her throne; the rosy smile]
Evening has lost her throne; the rosy smileFades from her disenchanted realms;
Now darker shadows lengthen from the file
Of lofty-dreaming elms;
The fields lie silent, waiting for the love
Of yonder moon, who lingers pale,
Like a young bride behind her scarce-seen veil,
Faint with sweet eagerness, yet shy
To leave the bosom of her mother-grove
And bare her brightness to the lonely sky.
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