NIGHT
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All from the light of the sweet moon Tired men lie now abed; Actionless, full of visions, soon Vanishing, soon sped.
The starry night aflock with beams Of crystal light scarce stirs: Only its birds—the cocks, the streams, Call 'neath heaven's wanderers.
All silent; all hearts still; Love, cunning, fire fallen low: When faint morn straying on the hill Sighs, and his soft airs flow.