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The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere / Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray; / And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair / In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: / Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, / Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen.
They breathe their spells towards the departing day, / Encompassing the earth, air, stars, and sea; / Light, sound, and motion own the potent sway, / Responding to the charm with its own mystery. / The winds are still, or the dry church-tower grass / Knows not their gentle motions as they pass.