Poems (Henley)/The skies are strown with stars
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The skies are strown with stars, The streets are fresh with dew,A thin moon drifts to westward,The night is hushed and cheerful: My thought is quick with you.
Near windows gleam and laugh, And far away a trainClanks glowing through the stillness:A great content's in all things, And life is not in vain.
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