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If thou be in a lonely place, / If one hour's calm be thine, / As Evening bends her placid face / O'er this sweet day's decline; / If all the earth and all the heaven / Now look serene to thee, / As o'er them shuts the summer even, / One moment -- think of me!
Pause, in the lane, returning home; / 'Tis dusk, it will be still: / Pause near the elm, a sacred gloom / Its breezeless boughs will fill. / Look at that soft and golden light, / High in the unclouded sky; / Watch the last bird's belated flight, / As it flits silent by.