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I. Night, with her power to silence day, / Filled up my lonely room, / Quenching all sounds but one that lay / Beyond her passing doom, / Where in his shed a workman gay / Went on despite the gloom.
I listened, and I knew the sound, / And the trade that he was plying; / For backwards, forwards, bound on bound, / A shuttle was flying, flying -- / Weaving ever -- till, all unwound, / The weft go out a sighing.