Midnight
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the hour ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
The nightingale's ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ is heard;
¦¦¦ is the hour -- ¦¦¦¦ lover's vows
¦¦¦¦ sweet in every ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ word;
And gentle winds ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ music to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ear.
¦¦¦¦ flower ¦¦¦ dews ¦¦¦¦ lightly wet,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sky ¦¦¦ stars are met,
¦¦¦ on the wave ¦¦¦ deeper blue,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ in the Heaven ¦¦¦¦ clear ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ softly dark, and ¦¦¦¦¦¦ pure,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
As twilight melts beneath the moon ¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of It Is the Hour by George (Lord) Byron)
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