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The evening came; the golden vane / A moment in the sunset glanced, / Then darkened, and then gleamed again, / As from the east the moon advanced / And touched it with a softer light; / While underneath, with flowing mane, / Upon the sign the Red Horse pranced, / And galloped forth into the night.
But brighter than the afternoon / That followed the dark day of rain, / And brighter than the golden vane / That glistened in the rising moon, / Within the ruddy fire-light gleamed; / And every separate window-pane, / Backed by the outer darkness, showed / A mirror, where the flamelets gleamed / And flickered to and fro, and seemed / A bonfire lighted in the road.