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APPROACHING NIGHT
Approaching night to dusky shadows growsAnd one dun covering huddles o'er the sky;
The grey owl hoo-hoos in the elms just by,
And one lone couple of unwearied crows
To distant woods in sluggish motion fly
Amid the fading foliage to repose.
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Enough to see the horizon's distant rim,
While all beside in aimless masses rest,
Trees, fields and cottages all fading dim
In seeming nothingness, by glooms deprest.
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