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By night we linger'd on the lawn, / For underfoot the herb was dry; / And genial warmth; and o'er the sky / The silvery haze of summer drawn;
And calm that let the tapers burn / Unwavering: not a cricket chirr'd: / The brook alone far-off was heard, / And on the board the fluttering urn: