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			 Beauteous Night lay dead
 Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star sickened and 
shrank.  
	 Beauteous Night lay dead
 Under the pall of twilight, and the love-star sickened and 
shrank. 
		
 
	
			 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. 
		
 
	
			 The sunbeams dropped
 Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche,
  Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and read more 
	 The sunbeams dropped
 Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche,
  Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim,
   As if the very Day paused and grew Eve. 
		
 
	
			 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. 
		
 
	
			 Our lady of the twilight
 She hath such gentle hands,
  So lovely are the gifts she brings
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	 Our lady of the twilight
 She hath such gentle hands,
  So lovely are the gifts she brings
   From out of the sunset-lands,
    So bountiful, so merciful,
     So sweet of soul is she;
      And over all the world she draws
       Her cloak of charity. 
		
 
	
			 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. 
		
 
	
			 The lengthening shadows wait
 The first pale stars of twilight.  
	 The lengthening shadows wait
 The first pale stars of twilight. 
		
 
	
			 The summer day is closed, the sun is set:
 Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
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	 The summer day is closed, the sun is set:
 Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
  The latest of whose train goes softly out
   In the red west. 
		
 
	
			 Fair Venus shines
 Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam
  Propitious shines, and shakes a read more 
	 Fair Venus shines
 Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam
  Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood
   Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.