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THE midnight hours were passing
And sleep still past me flew;
$(My mind—so keenly working—)$
Could hear the dropping dew.
$(So from my bed arising)$
I open wide the door—
The western park revealing,
$(And hills that heavenward soar.)$
Across the Eastern ranges
The clear moon coldly shines
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On bamboos, $(loosely scattered,
And trailing mountain vines.)$
$(And so intense the stillness,)$
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That from the distant hills
I hear the pigeons cooing,
$(And murmuring streams and rills.)$
$(For hours I have been thinking,
As in a silent dream,)$
$(And now beyond the mountains)$
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I see the dawn’s first gleam.
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