Poems (E. L. F.)/Night
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NIGHT.
I love to gaze upon the brow of night,As shade by shade enfolds the evening light,When the glad sunshine passes from the earth,To give a fainter light, her lesser birth.Mark how the mountains, in their pride of place,Grow more terrific 'neath night's shadowy trace,And seem like giant-genii thither hurled,To guard the slumbers of a mortal world.I love to watch each bright and beauteous starShoot forth in golden lustre from afar;To mark the clouds' fantastic gambols roll,Like fleeting fancies 41'ound the dreamy soul,Passing in wild and varied forms by,The stilly presence of the midnight sky.