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ence, thou lingerer Light !Eve saddens into Night.Mother of wildly-working dreams ! we viewThe sombre hours, that round thee standWith down-cast eyes (a duteous band) !Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew.Sorceress of the ebon throne !Thy power the Pixies own,When round thy raven browHeaven's lucent roses glow,And clouds in watery colours drestFloat in light drapery o'er thy sable. vest:What time the pale moon sheds a softer dayMellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam :For 'mid the quivering light 'tis ours to play,Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream. JUVENILE POEMS. 13
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