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ECLIPSE!
The moon has fallen from out my sky,Fallen at the full, and all is dark,
The stars are away, and the light of day
Glimmers afar, like a feeble spark!—
O God! will it ever break?
Will its gladsome glory beam?
And my trembling heart awake
From this terrible night-mare dream?
1852.
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