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Philip Larkin - Night Music
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At one the wind rose,
  And with it the noise
  Of the black poplars.

  Long since had the living
  By a thin twine
  Been led into their dreams
  Where lanterns shine
  Under a still veil
  Of falling streams;
  Long since had the dead
  Become untroubled
  In the light soil.
  There were no mouths
  To drink of the wind,
  Nor any eyes
  To sharpen on the stars`
  Wide heaven-holding,
  Only the sound
  Long sibilant-muscled trees
  Were lifting up, the black poplars.

  And in their blazing solitude
  The stars sang in their sockets through
  the night:
  `Blow bright, blow bright
  The coal of this unquickened world.`
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