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Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, / Spirit of Night! / Out of the misty eastern cave, / Where, all the long and lone daylight, / Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, / ‘Which make thee terrible and dear,- / Swift be thy flight!
Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, / Star-inwrought! / Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; / Kiss her until she be wearied out, / Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, / Touching all with thine opiate wand- / Come, long-sought!