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Oh, melancholy fragment of the night / Drawing thy lazy web against the sun, / Thou shouldst have waited till the day was done / With kindred glooms to build thy fane aright, / Sublime amid the ruins of the light!
But thus to shape our glories one by one / With fearful hands, ere we had well begun / To look for shadows -- even in the bright!
Yet may we charm a lesson from thy breast, / A secret wisdom from thy folds of thunder: / There is a wind that cometh from the west / Will rend thy tottering piles of gloom asunder, / And fling thee ruinous along the grass, / To sparkle on us as our footsteps pass!