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[1] The host had trimmed his lamp. The downy moth / Came from the garden. Where the lamplight shed / Its circle of smooth white upon the cloth, / Down mid the rinds of fruit and broken bread, / Upon his sprawling arms lay Dymer's head; / And often, as he dreamed, he shifted place, / Muttering and showing half his drunken face.
[2] The beating stillness of the dead of night / Flooded the room. The dark and sleepy powers / Settled upon the house and filled it quite; / Far from the roads it lay, from belfry towers / And hen-roosts, in a world of folded flowers, / Buried in loneliest fields where beasts that love / The silence through the unrustled hedgerows move.