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Soft through the trees the night wind sighs,

And swoons and dies.

Above, the stars hang wanly white;

Here, through the dark,

A drizzled gold, the fireflies

Rain mimic stars in spark on spark.—

’Tis time to part, to say good night.

Good night.

From fern to flower the night-moths cross

At drowsy loss.

The moon drifts, veiled, through clouds of white;

And pearly pale,

In silvery blurs, through beds of moss,

Their tiny moons the glow-worms trail.—

’Tis time to part, to say good night.

Good night.