Over
Now the nights are so brief, their endings take me by surprise. All the things of which I failed to take sufficient notice! Here are the trees again, so lately massed shadow. Here are distinct flowers that were no more than pale flickers of reflected moonlight an hour ago. Here is the everyday lawn, that seemed a brocade robe of darkness and light strewn carelessly on the ground. Everything emerges with the commonplace sky of a summer morning. Screeching crows and jays anticipate the coming of the harsh light, and the moon fades. The owls have gone. Time to close the drapes.
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