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Night's sweet silence sounds
unbroken, sighing stars,
sticks silvery song on sky's
scenic stave stretched
across infinite eternity's
endless poetry, puts
poet's muse madly
murmuring music in
heart's hankering hunger:
Wanton will-o-wisp's
dance lit by some stray
phantom firefly's flaunting