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/ The waterfall, deep in the wood, / Talked drowsily with solitude, / A soft, insistent sound of foam, / That filled with sleep the forest's dome, / Where, like some dream of dusk, she stood / Accentuating solitude.
/ The crickets' tinkling chips of sound / Strewed dim the twilight-twinkling ground; / A whippoorwill began to cry, / And glimmering through the sober sky / A bat went on its drunken round, / Its shadow following on the ground.