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96 I thought to watch the stars come spark by spark

Out on the muffled night, and watch the moon

Go round the full, and turn upon the dark,

And sharpen towards the new, and waiting watch

The grand Kaleidoscope of midnight noon

Change colours on the dew, where high hills notch

The low and moony sky. But who dare cast

One brief hour's horoscope, whose tunéd ear

Makes every sound the music of last year?

Whose hopes are built up in the door of Past?

No, not more silent does the spider stitch

A cobweb on the fern, nor fogdrops fall

On sheaves of harvest when the night is rich