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From out the hills, where twilight stands, / Above the shadowy pasture lands, / With strained and strident cry, / Beneath pale skies that sunset bands, / The bull-bats fly.
A cloud hangs over, strange of shape, / And, colored like the half-ripe grape, / Seems some uneven stain / On heaven's azure, thin as crape, / And blue as rain.