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      The night was creeping on the ground;

      She crept and did not make a sound

      Until she reached the tree, and then

      She covered it, and sole again

      Along the grass beside the wall.

      I heard the rustle of her shawl

      As she threw blackness everywhere

      Upon the sky and ground and air,

      And in the room where I was hid:

      But no matter what she did

      To everything that was without,

      She could not put my candle out.

      So I stared at the night, and she

      Stared back solemnly at me.