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The day is over. A great restfulness descends into poor minds / that the day's work has wearied; and thoughts take on the / tender and dim colours of twilight.
Nevertheless from the mountain peak there comes to my balcony, / through the transparent clouds of evening, a great clamour, / made up of a crowd of discordant cries, dulled by distance into / a mournful harmony, like that of the rising tide or of a storm / brewing.