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! fairest of the viewless powers That guide the fairy fall of night, The last and loveliest of the hours That blush away the lingering light. The twilight, when our earth seems blending Its human passion with the skies; And rosy clouds, above ascending, Wear mortal colours while they rise, Till, purified, they disappear Amid the high pale atmosphere. The twilight melts upon the air,— But what hath it with earth to do?