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And now, perch'd proudly on the topmost spray, The sooty blackbird chaunts his vespers shrill; While twilight spreads his robe of sober grey, And to their bowers the rooks loud cawing wing their way;

And bright behind the Cambrian mountains hoar Flames the red beam; while on the distant east. Led by her star, the horned moon looks o'er The bending forest, and with rays increast Ascends; while trembling on the dappled west The purple radience shifts and dies away; The willows with a deeper green imprest Nod o'er the brooks; the brooks with gleamy ray Glide on, and holy Peace assumes her woodland sway.

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