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MANY A NIGHT, by                    
First Line: When the night on fields is sinking
Last Line: Now I stop all overpowered.


When the night on fields is sinking,
Then my eyes can see more brightly:
Now my star begins its blinking,
Crickets' whispers grow more sprightly.

Every sound becomes more glowing,
Things accustomed now seem queerer;
Paler too the skies are growing
Near the woods, the tree tops clearer.

Meditating, never heeding
How the myriad lights are showered
Out of darkness, on I'm speeding--
Now I stop all overpowered.





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