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The stars cleave the sky.
Yet for us they rest, / And their race-course high / Is a shining nest!
The hours hurry on.
But where is thy flight, / Soft pavilion / Of motionless night?
Earth gives up her trees / To the holy air; / They live in the breeze; / They are saints at prayer!
Summer night, come from God, / On your beauty, I see, / A still wave has flowed / Of eternity!