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Just then return'd at shut of evening flowers.
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To me at least was never evening yetBut seemed far beautifuller than its day.
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Hath thy heart within thee burned,At evening's calm and holy hour?
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Day hath put on his jacket, and aroundHis burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
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One by one the flowers close,Shutting their tender petals from the moon.
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Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
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The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
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The holy time is quiet as a NunBreathless with adoration.
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