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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Voices Of The Night : Hymn To The Night
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Aspasie, trillistos.
   I heard the trailing garments of the Night 
     Sweep through her marble halls! 
   I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light 
     From the celestial walls! 

   I felt her presence, by its spell of might, 
     Stoop o`er me from above; 
   The calm, majestic presence of the Night, 
     As of the one I love. 

   I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, 
    The manifold, soft chimes, 
  That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, 
    Like some old poet`s rhymes. 

  From the cool cisterns of the midnight air 
    My spirit drank repose; 
  The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, —  
    From those deep cisterns flows. 

  O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear 
    What man has borne before! 
  Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, 
    And they complain no more. 

  Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! 
    Descend with broad-winged flight, 
  The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, 
    The best-beloved Night!
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