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/ White artist he, who, breezeless nights, / From tingling stars jocosely whirls, / A harlequin in spangled tights, / His wand a pot of pounded pearls.
/ The field a hasty pallet; for, / In thin or thick, with daub and streak, / It stretches from the barn-gate's bar / To the bleached ribbon of the creek.