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THE CONSTELLATIONS.
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Along the desert space mine eyes in vainSeek the resplendent cressets which the TwinsUplifted in their ever-youthful handsThe streaming tresses of the Egyptian QueenSpangle the heavens no more. The Virgin trailsNo more her glittering garments through the blue.Gone! all are gone! and the forsaken Night,With all her winds, in all her dreary wastes,Sighs that they shine upon her face no more. Now only here and there a little starLooks forth alone. Ah me! I know them not,Those dim successors of the numberless hostThat filled the heavenly fields, and flung to earthTheir quivering fires. And now the middle watchBetwixt the eve and morn is past, and stillThe darkness gains upon the sky, and stillIt closes round my way. Shall, then, the night,
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