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Night now once more her mantle spreads;The moon her ray no longer sheds;
No longer her soft influence throws,
To charm the flocks from sweet repose.
Wild roll the angry waters on the shore;
The forest echoes to the thunder's roar;
While, as quick lightnings through heaven's concave play,
By turns 'tis sable night;—by turns 'tis brilliant day!
The Fall of the Leaf | ||