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The
evening hour was late and here and there
A stealthy night seeped in and tried to
hide--
Through paine to sill, then floor, beneath a chair--
It left a trail of shadows, deep and wide.
The heavy, groping fingers, sly and slow,
Stretched out to reach and crush each lighter
shade.
Now creeping twilight softly snuffed day's glow--
The skulking night refused to be delayed.
And
then across the sinking shroud of night
A rising moon sent striking silver beams
Which knifed off vagrant slices from the gloom
A lighter calm invaded to invite
A moonlight jubilee of active dreams
And sullen night gave up its secret room.
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