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Night Thoughts

The new moon lies upon its golden back and all the stars are out. The dark is full of the fragrance of Mayflowers and opening quince, What is there since mankind has lived so powerful in the night, that upward, outward, draws the heart from earth and light? Music has enchantment too and the drowning sound of soft rain falling, But in this space of midnight summer air. . . . love has the higher c alling.