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NIGHT is over the park, and a few brave stars / Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold, / The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars / That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold.
We watch the swans that sleep in a shadowy place, / And now and again one wakes and uplifts its head; / How still you are -- your gaze is on my face -- / We watch the swans and never a word is said.