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| I SAT by my window one night, | |
| And watched how the stars grew high; | |
| And the earth and skies were a splendid sight | |
| To a sober and musing eye. | |
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| From heaven the silver moon shone down | 5 |
| With gentle and mellow ray, | |
| And beneath the crowded roofs of the town | |
| In broad light and shadow lay. | |
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| A glory was on the silent sea, | |
| And mainland and island too, | 10 |
| Till a haze came over the lowland lea, | |
| And shrouded that beautiful blue. | |
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| Bright in the moon the autumn wood | |
| Its crimson scarf unrolled, | |
| And the trees like a splendid army stood | 15 |
| In a panoply of gold! | |
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| I saw them waving their banners high, | |
| As their crests to the night wind bowed, | |
| And a distant sound on the air went by, | |
| Like the whispering of a crowd. | 20 |
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| Then I watched from my window how fast | |
| The lights all around me fled, | |
| As the wearied man to his slumber passed | |
| And the sick one to his bed. | |
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| All faded save one, that burned | 25 |
| With distant and steady light; | |
| But that, too, went outand I turned | |
| Where my own lamp within shone bright! | |
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| Thus, thought I, our joys must die, | |
| Yesthe brightest from earth we win: | 30 |
| Till each turns away, with a sigh, | |
| To the lamp that burns brightly within. | |
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