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/ The Day brims high its ewer / Of blue with starry light, / And crowns as King that hewer / Of clouds (which take their flight / Across the sky) old Night.
/ And Tempest there, who houses / Within them, like a cave, / Lies down and dreams and drowses / Upon the Earth's huge grave, / With wandering wind and wave.
/ The storm moves on; and winging / From out the east -- a bird, / The moon drifts, calmly bringing / A message and a word / Of peace, in Heaven it heard.
/ Of peace and times called golden, / Whose beauty makes it glow / With love, like that of olden, / Which mortals used to know / There in the long-ago.