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HE Night her blackest Sable wore,
 * And gloomy were the Skies;

And glitt'ring Stars there were no more,
 * Than those in Stella's Eyes:

When at her Father's Gate I knock'd,
 * Where I had often been,

And Shrowded only with her Smock,
 * The fair one let me in.