THE NIGHT descends in glory, and adown the purple west
The young moon, like a crescent skiff, upon some fairy quest,
Has dropped below the opal lights that linger low and far
To havens that are beaconed by the Pilot’s evening star;
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If I have said one tenth in all my work.Among the great I could lay my sleeping mat, .
Nice poem, I liked it.