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The golden gates of Sleep unbar

      Where Strength and Beauty, met together,

Kindle their image like a star

      In a sea of glassy weather!

Night, with all thy stars look down,—

      Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,—

Never smiled the inconstant moon

On a pair so true.

Let eyes not see their own delight;—

Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight

Oft renew.