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The misty night broods o'er this peopled place, / Chimneys and trees stand black against the sky, / One goes belated by with echoing pace / And careless whistle, shrilling loud and high.
And ere his steps into the stillness merge / Some labouring giant of our later day / Passes with hollow roar of distant surge / And clouds of steam as white as ocean spray.