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Beam of the lonely eve! thou comest forth
Upon thy little cloud of silver hue,
Laughing like mirth, within the welkin blue,
While night sits darkly in the silent north,
Or steals with viewless step around thy charms.
Spirit of twilight! cloudless be thy sway,
Before the warm morn folds thee in his arms;
Sure peace is in thy dwelling far away;
Thou stand'st unshaken by the world's alarms,
As if some angel from thy twinkling ray
Look'd out, to woo the other gems of light,
That brightly sparkle on the veil of day;
Thou walk'st so cloudless with the queen of night,
As if she long'd for aye to have thee in her sight!