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I herd 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,
Stopp o'er me from above, from above
The calm the 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

I felt her presence by its spell of might
Stoop o'er me from above
Tha calm, the majestic presence of the night
As of the one i love
I felt her presence by its spell of might
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight

The welcome the thrice prayer for the most fair
The best beloved night
Peace, orestes like i breathe this prayer
Descend with broad-winged flight

I felt her presence by its spell of night
I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight

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