O constellations of the early night,
That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,
And made the darkness glorious! I have seen
Your rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge,
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do not read this poem. it blows i never had read such a bad poem in my life... its a disgrace to poetry
Shall close her march in glory, ere she yield, To the young Day, the great earth steeped in dew.