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First Line: Now tiptoe night hath lured away
Last Line: Climb up the sky.

NOW tiptoe night hath lured away
The laggard rustic from the hay;
An earliest owlet shrills
Between the hills.

Stilled is all else: not yet there pry
Beetle or bat to mar the sky,
Nor dismal ghost to delve
For mouldered pelf.

No crumpling whisp of smoke betrays
Or cotter's fire or tavern blaze;
No glowworm shames the dark
With pilot spark.

Alone I prowl: intent to share
The drowsy hour's sweet despair,
And younker moon to spy
Climb up the sky.

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