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GOOD NIGHT.*[1]
Day is past!
Stars have set their watch at last,
Founts that thro' the deep woods flow
Make sweet sounds, unheard till now,
Flowers have shut with fading light—
Good night!
Go to rest!
Sleep sit dove-like on thy breast!
If within that secret cell
One dark form of memory dwell,
Be it mantled from thy sight—
Good night!
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* For a melody of Eisenhofer's.
