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 Hence! thou lingerer, ! Eve saddens into. Mother of wildly-working dreams! we view The, that round thee stand With down-cast eyes (a duteous band!) Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew. of the ebon throne! Thy power the own, When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow, And clouds, in watry colours drest, Float in light drapery o'er thy fable vest: What time the pale moon sheds a softer day Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam: For mid the quiv'ring light 'tis our's to play, Aye-dancing to the cadence of the stream.