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Night!—methinks to me The soul of other times returns; Sweet as the scents the orange-tree Drops in the wind-flower's scarlet urns, When sunset, like a city, burns Across the glassy midland sea.

This night gives back that double day, Which clothed the earth when I was young! A light most like some godlike lay By parted hero-angels sung:— It stirred my heart; and through my tongue It passed, methought,—but passed away.

The entrancement of that time is o'er, A calmer, freer soul is here; I dream not as I dreamed of yore, Awake to sin, awake to fear; I own the earth,—I see, I hear, I feel;—may I dream no more!

Farewell, wild world of bygone days, Here let me now more safely tread!