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| SEE the scattered clouds of evening, | |
| Lattice bars across the blue, | |
| Where the moon in pallid beauty | |
| Like an angel gazes through! | |
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| Over all the winding river, | 5 |
| By the fading sunset kissed, | |
| Slowly rises up the vapor | |
| In a cloud of ghostly mist. | |
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| While the eve is slowly turning | |
| Its last grains of golden sand, | 10 |
| What a holy quiet hovers | |
| Over all the drowsy land! | |
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| There is now the spell of silence, | |
| Of a silence calm and deep, | |
| Over all the placid waters | 15 |
| Where the pale mist seems asleep. | |
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| And the vessels, slowly gliding | |
| Down the river to the bay, | |
| Show on spreading sheets of canvas | |
| Tints that change from red to gray. | 20 |
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| All is quiet, save the murmur | |
| Of the tide upon the bar: | |
| See each little breaker playing | |
| With the image of a star! | |
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| And t is thus that human creatures, | 25 |
| Bowed with age, or fresh in youth, | |
| Give back brokenly the image | |
| Of each grand, celestial truth. | |
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| Now the brooding silence deepens, | |
| And the scene is one of rest, | 30 |
| As the wrecked day drifts down grandly | |
| To be stranded in the West, | |
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| On yon rugged coast of Cloudland | |
| High above the village spire, | |
| On its mighty, purple headlands | 35 |
| And its crags all tipped with fire. | |
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