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NIGHT How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain. Breaks the serene of Heaven; In full-orb'd glory yonder Moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths. Beneath her steady ray The desert-circle spreads, Like the round oceans, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night! Robert Southey "Summer is coming summer is coming, I know it, I k now it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again!'' Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly. "New, new, new, new ! '' Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? "Love again, song again, nest again, young again!'' Never a prophet so crazy! And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy. "Here again, here, here, here, happy year!'' O warble unchidden, unbidden! Summer is coming, is coming, my dear , And all the winters are hidden. Alfred Tennyson |
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