When Night ascends the palace of the skies
And one by one all heaven’s stars doth light
Then will a gladness o’er that solitude
Of vastness and chill space descend:
Jove in his heaven himself will smile
And send his blessing to the heavens below.
And here and there at will and randomly
Will the stars twinkle all inconstantly
Like pilot eyes of the enfolding Night
Whereby Night watches on the earth below:
The oceans large and vast flow slowly down.
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