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10 In the light of his own loveliness; And the birds that in the fountain dip Their plumes, with fearless fellowship Above and round him wheel and hover. The fitful wind is heard to stir One solitary leaf on high; The chirping of the grasshopper Fills every pause. There is emotion In all that dwells at noontide here: Then, thro' the intricate wild wood, A maze of life and light and motion Is woven. But there is stillness now: Gloom, and the trance of Nature now: The snake is in his cave asleep; The birds are on the branches dreaming: Only the shadows creep: Only the glow-worm is gleaming: Only the owls and the nightingales Wake in this dell when day-light fails, And grey shades gather in the woods: And the owls have all fled far away In a merrier glen to hoot and play,