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Thou tranquil night, and thou,
O gentle ray Of the declining moon; and thou, that o'er The rock appearest, 'mid the silent grove, The messenger of day; how dear ye were, And how delightful to these eyes, while yet Unknown the furies, and grim...

She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;
Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea
Upon the white horizon Atho's
Weltered in burning haze; all airs were dead;

I sigh at day-dawn, and I
When the dull day is passing by
I sigh at evening, and againI sigh when night brings sleep to men
Oh