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Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night / Salute the passing hour, and in the dark / And silent chambers of the household mark / The movements of the myriad orbs of light! / Through my closed eyelids, by the inner sight, / I see the constellations in the arc / Of their great circles moving on, and hark! / I almost hear them singing in their flight. / Better than sleep it is to lie awake / O'er-canopied by the vast starry dome / Of the immeasurable sky; to feel / The slumbering world sink under us, and make / Hardly an eddy, -- a mere rush of foam / On the great sea beneath a sinking keel.