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And Katy-did to answering mate, 

 His love and sorrow doth relate, 

 Until the opening day. 



Save these, and where from ancient tree 

 Yon owl, hooting mournfully, 



Doth unto Night complain, 

 No sound is heard, no life is seen ; 

 A solemn stillness reigns serene 



O er valley and o er plain. 



Still soft and warm with Summer s glow, 

 The breeze of Autumn, murmuring low, 



Fans Nature as she sleeps ; 

 While veil of night is round her thrown, 

 And Cynthia from high Heaven looks down 



And lonely vigil keeps. 



Her rays thrown out o er Ocean s breast, 

 Sport with his strength, and light the crest 



Of each dark rolling sea ; 

 Like molten silver, gleaming bright, 

 They dance and leap, till lost to sight 



Far in th immensity. 



