Thou weakening eye of  day, why Withdraw thine radian crown , O it's  the evening bed drawest you to west wind, The silver plate peek through the blue curtains, Flowers shut their eyes to welcome him, While thy silver dew scatter though , Look how the night heaven falls.... Planetoids glimmering to  wash the dusk with silver, Look how the night heaven falls, To make my eyes pleased... 

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