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The bistred day has  fallen still, A darkened mead hangs overhead; The hush within the evening chill Chants now the yore is gone to bed. A gently breeze steals from the west Cool along the shadowed lanes; The sunburned broil, now at rest, Its warmth has gone, though still remains. The cold night air stands all alone Anon the past is gone to sleep; Daytime secrets tossed and blown, The faithful night for ere to keep. Secrets that the breeze fears speak, Winnowing in the night-time swell; Brushing eastward 'gainst your cheek The whispered wind mayn't kiss-n-tell. Evensong is served this eve All around the moonlit shrine; Absolution cedes when you believe, The cool night air is sweet as wine. Drink your fill in solemn thought, Let your mind escape within; Cleanse your conscience, ever fraught, Save your soul! ~ confess your sin! Here beneath a cloudless sky You're not alone ~ you seldom are; Within the dim nocturnals fly As someone watches from afar. So, mediate, your faith elate, Ruminate, and yet beware; Intoxicate your mindless state, Drinking in the cool night air.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
In the Cool Night Air
The bistred day has  fallen still, A darkened mead hangs overhead; The hush within the evening chill Chants now the yore is gone to bed. A gently breeze steals from the west Cool along the shadowed lanes; The sunburned broil, now at rest, Its warmth has gone, though still remains. The cold night air stands all alone Anon the past is gone to sleep; Daytime secrets tossed and blown, The faithful night for ere to keep. Secrets that the breeze fears speak, Winnowing in the night-time swell; Brushing eastward 'gainst your cheek The whispered wind mayn't kiss-n-tell. Evensong is served this eve All around the moonlit shrine; Absolution cedes when you believe, The cool night air is sweet as wine. Drink your fill in solemn thought, Let your mind escape within; Cleanse your conscience, ever fraught, Save your soul! ~ confess your sin! Here beneath a cloudless sky You're not alone ~ you seldom are; Within the dim nocturnals fly As someone watches from afar. So, mediate, your faith elate, Ruminate, and yet beware; Intoxicate your mindless state, Drinking in the cool night air.
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ASJ
M/Yorkshire, England
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
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