Swiftly walk over the western wave,Spirit of Night!Out of the misty eastern caveWhere, all the long and lone daylight,Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,Which make thee terrible and dear, --Swift be thy flight!Wrap thy form in a mantle grey,Star-inwrought!Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day,Kiss her until she be wearied out,Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,Touching all with thine opiate
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