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What makes the lingering Night so cling to thee? / Thou vast, profound, primeval hiding-place / Of ancient secrets, -- gray and ghostly gulf / Cleft in the green of this high forest land, / And crowded in the dark with giant forms! / Art thou a grave, a prison, or a shrine?
A stillness deeper than the dearth of sound / Broods over thee: a living silence breathes / Perpetual incense from thy dim abyss. / The morning-stars that sang above the bower / Of Eden, passing over thee, are dumb / With trembling bright amazement; and the Dawn / Steals through the glimmering pines with naked feet, / Her hand upon her lips, to look on thee!