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 EN all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
 * When the dark of night is deep,

From the moving wonder of their lives
 * Commit themselves to sleep.

Without a thought, or fear, they shut
 * The narrow gates of sense;

Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn
 * Their strength to impotence.

The transient strangeness of the earth
 * Their spirits no more see:

Within a silent gloom withdrawn,
 * They slumber in secrecy.

Two worlds they have — a globe forgot
 * Wheeling from dark to light;

And all the enchanted realm of dream
 * That burgeons out of night.