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 The sky
 is that beautiful old parchment
  in which the sun
   and the moon
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 The sky
 is that beautiful old parchment
  in which the sun
   and the moon
    keep their diary. 
 How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
 The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!  
 How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
 The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! 
 The moon has set
 In a bank of jet
  That fringes the Western sky,
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 The moon has set
 In a bank of jet
  That fringes the Western sky,
   The pleiads seven
    Have sunk from heaven
     And the midnight hurries by;
      My hopes are flown
       And, alas! alone
        On my weary couch I lie. 
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
Green calm below, blue quietness above.
 The mountain at a given distance
 In amber lies;
  Approached, the amber flits a little,--
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 The mountain at a given distance
 In amber lies;
  Approached, the amber flits a little,--
   And that's the skies! 
 Heaven's ebon vault,
 Studded with stars unutterably bright,
  Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
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 Heaven's ebon vault,
 Studded with stars unutterably bright,
  Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
   Seems like a canopy which love has spread
    To curtain her sleeping world. 
 Of evening tinct,
 The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine.  
 Of evening tinct,
 The purple-streaming Amethyst is thine. 
 I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, 
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it read more 
 I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, 
forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily 
with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me 
a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look 
you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof 
fretted with golden fire--why, it appeareth nothing to me but a 
foul and pestilent congregation of vapors. 
 From hyperborean skies
 Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.  
 From hyperborean skies
 Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.