
Still, are you folded S your dreams 
Bright must those visions be, 
If they surpass the gorgeousness 
Of evening’s pageantry! 

And seem like angel’s eyes, 
Resuming now their silent watch 
Within the Bee 
- They nightly on their burning thron 
Like guardian spirits, keep 
Familiar vigil o’er the world, 
Wrapt in its solemn sleep ; 
And tenderly they gaze on us, 
Those children of the air, 
While every ray they send to us, 
Some message seems to bear, 
That stirs us to the inmost core ; 
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And we do thrill beneath their beams, 
And start, and tremble, wildly, like 
Ambition in his dreams. 
Now, lo! you burst your emerald bonds, 
And opé your languid eyes, 
And spread your loveliness before 
Those dwellers of the skies; 
Good night! the stars are gemming heaven, 
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