When stars in silver sandalsTread the radiant wayAnd throbbing nightMysterious nears the day,When to retreat the crescent moonHies bashful to prepareBehind the clouds her disarrayFor benediction of the sun,'Tis then beware!Then 'tis the influence of the nightHolds most its sway,'Tis then the nightGives up her throbbing self to day—When stars in silver sandalsTread the radiant way.
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