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Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear,-- Swift by thy flight! -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), To Night |
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