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 NE night as Dick lay half asleep,
 * Into his drowsy eyes

A great still light began to creep
 * From out the silent skies.

It was the lovely moon's, for when
 * He raised his dreamy head,

Her surge of silver filled the pane
 * And streamed across his bed.

So, for awhile, each gazed at each —
 * Dick and the solemn moon —

Till, climbing slowly on her way,
 * She vanished, and was gone.