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What memories, what fancies throng one's mind! A night but just now gathered out of London by the horrific hand of Time. WHAT MEMORIES WHAT FANCIES THRONG ONE'S MIND A NIGHT BUT JUST NOW GATHERED OUT OF LONDON BY THE HORRIFIC HAND OF TIME
of the dawn's approach, which the birds and the beasts and the stars are crying aloud to the untrammeled fields. At what moment I know not I perceive that the night itself is irrevocably overthrown. It is suddenly revealed to me by the weary pallor of the street lamps that the streets are silent and nocturnal still, not because there is any strength in night, but because men have not yet arisen from sleep to defy him. So have I seen dejected and untidy guards still bearing antique muskets in palatial gateways, although the realms of the monarch that they guard have shrunk to a single province which no enemy yet has troubled to overrun. And it is now manifest from the aspect of the street lamps, those abashed dependants of night, that already English mountain peaks have seen the dawn, that the cliffs of Dover are standing white to the morning, that the sea-mist has lifted and is pouring inland. And now men with a hose have come and are sluicing out the streets. Behold now night is dead. DINGS OF THE DAWN'S APPROACH WHICH THE BIRDS AND THE BEASTS AND THE STARS ARE CRYING ALOUD TO THE UNTRAMMELLED FIELDS AT WHAT MOMENT I KNOW NOT I PERCEIVE THAT THE NIGHT ITSELF IS IRREVOCABLY OVERTHROWN IT IS SUDDENLY REVEALED TO ME BY THE WEARY PALLOR OF THE STREET LAMPS THAT THE STREETS ARE SILENT AND NOCTURNAL STILL NOT BECAUSE THERE'S ANY STRENGTH IN NIGHT BUT BECAUSE MEN HAVE NOT YET ARISEN FROM SLEEP TO DEFY HIM SO HAVE I SEEN DEJECTED AND UNTIDY GUARDS STILL BEARING ANTIQUE MUSKETS AND PALATIAL GATEWAYS ALTHOUGH THE REALMS OF THE MONARCH THAT THEY GUARD HAVE SHRUNK TO A SINGLE PROVINCE WHICH NO ENEMY HAS YET TROUBLED TO OVERRUN AND IT IS NOW MANIFEST FROM THE ASPECT OF THE STREET LAMPS THOUGH THE BASHED DEPENDENCE OF NIGHT THAT ALREADY ENGLISH MOUNTAIN PEAKS HAVE SEEN THE DAWN THAT THE CLIFFS OF DOVER ARE STANDING WHITE TO THE MORNING THAT THE SEA MIST HAS LIFTED AND IS POURING INLAND AND NOW MEN WITH A HOSE HAVE COME OUT AND ARE SLUICING OUT THE STREETS BEHOLD NOW NIGHT IS DEAD
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