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VI

Still the gold lights quiver
By hidden sea and river;

From the dim arena below
Shines their concerted glow;

And the bright stars answer still
Over above the hill.

The deep dome overhead
Is fully furnishéd

With lamps, and they are lit
To the outmost bounds of it.

And each mighty spark
Sheds its gentle light
Into the silent dark,
The silent night,
On and on, through the dark, the silent night.