Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening Earth Repeats the story of her birth: Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. Joseph Addison
From upland slopes I see the cows file by, Lowing, great-chested, down the homeward trail, By dusting fields and meadow shining pale With moon tipped dandelions. Flickering high, A peevish night-hawk in the western sky Beats up into the lucent solitude's. Or drops with grinding wing. The still woods Grow dark and deep, and gloom mysteriously.
Cool night winds creep, and whisper in mine ear. The homely cricket gossips at my feet. From far-off pools and wastes of reeds I hear, Clear and soft piped, the chanting frogs break sweet In full Pandean chorus, One by one Shine out the stars, and the great night comes on. Archibald Lampman
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