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 There was no motion there, nor sound.

She did not seem to rise.

Yet was she wrapping herself in

Her grey of night-disguise.

For now no church nor tree nor fold

Was visible to me:

Only that fading into one

Which God must sometimes see.

No coloured glory streaked the sky

To mark the sinking sun.

There was no redness in the west

To tell that day was done.

Only, the greyness of the eve

Grew fuller than before.

And, in its fulness, it made one

Of what had once been more.

There was much beauty in that sight

That man must not long see.

God dropped the kindly veil of night

Between its end and me.

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