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 The twilight is sad and cloudy,
 The wind blows wild and free,
  And like the wings of read more 
 The twilight is sad and cloudy,
 The wind blows wild and free,
  And like the wings of sea-birds
   Flash the white caps of the sea. 
 The sun is set; and in his latest beams
 Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
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 The sun is set; and in his latest beams
 Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,
  Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,
   The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. 
 Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by,
 And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.  
 Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by,
 And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast. 
 The lengthening shadows wait
 The first pale stars of twilight.  
 The lengthening shadows wait
 The first pale stars of twilight. 
 'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
 Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
  Which, read more 
 'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down
 Over the waste of waters; like a veil,
  Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown
   Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail. 
 How lovely are the portals of the night,
 When stars come out to watch the daylight die.  
 How lovely are the portals of the night,
 When stars come out to watch the daylight die. 
 She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
 And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
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 She bids you on the wanton rushes lay you down
 And rest your gentle head upon her lap,
  And she will sing the song that pleaseth you
   And on your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
    Charming your brood with pleasing heaviness,
     Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep
      As is the difference betwixt day and night
       The hour before the heavenly-harnessed team
        Begins his golden progress in the east. 
 The gloaming comes, the day is spent,
 The sun goes out of sight,
  And painted is the read more 
 The gloaming comes, the day is spent,
 The sun goes out of sight,
  And painted is the occident
   With purple sanguine bright. 
 Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green,
 With magic tints to harmonize the scene.
  Stilled is the read more 
 Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green,
 With magic tints to harmonize the scene.
  Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke
   When round the ruins of their ancient oak
    The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play,
     And games and carols closed the busy day.