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132 Impatient for the night, and eems to puh Her brother down the ky. Fair hines E'en in the eye of day; with weetet beam Propitious hines, and hakes a trembling flood Of often'd radiance from her dewy locks. The hadows pread apace; while meeken'd Eve Her cheek yet warm with bluhes, low retires Thro' the Heperian gardens of the wet, And huts the gates of day. 'Tis now the hour When Contemplation, from her unles haunts, The cool damp grotto, or the lonely depth Of unpierc'd woods, where wrapt in olid hade She mued away the gaudy hours of noon, And fed on thoughts unripen'd by the un, Moves forward; and with radiant finger points To yon blue concave well'd by breath divine, Where, one by one, the living eyes of heaven Awake, quick kindling o'er the face of ether One