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 In crescent, dimly rain'd about the leaf Twilights of airy silver, till we reach'd The limit of the hills; and as we sank From rock to rock upon the glooming quay, The town was hush'd beneath us: lower down The bay was oily-calm; the harbour-buoy With one green sparkle ever and anon Dipt by itself, and we were glad at heart.