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At what moment I know not I perceive that the night itself is irrevocably overthrown. AT WHAT MOMENT I KNOW NOT I PERCEIVE THAT THE NIGHT ITSELF IS IRREVOCABLY OVERTHROWN
 though some strayed reveler of a breeze had left his comrades in the Kentish uplands and had entered the town by stealth. The pavements are a little damp and shiny. Upon one's ears that at this late hour have become very acute there hits the tap of a remote footfall. Louder and louder grow the taps, filling the whole night. And a black cloaked figure passes by, and goes tapping into the dark. One who has danced goes homewards. Somewhere a ball has closed its doors and ended. Its yellow lights are out, its musicians are silent, its dancers have all gone into the night air, and Time has said of it, "Let it be past and over, and among the things that I have put away." Shadows begin to detach themselves from their great gathering places. No less silently than those shadows that are thin and dead move homewards the stealthy cats. Thus have we even in London our faint forebodings of the dawn's approach, which the birds and the beasts and the stars are crying aloud to the untrammeled fields. THE LONDON NIGHT AS THOUGH SOME STRAYED REVELLER OF A BREEZE HAD LEFT HIS COMRADES IN THE KENTISH UPLANDS AND HAD ENTERED THE TOWN BY STEALTH THE PAVEMENTS ARE A LITTLE DAMP AND SHINY UPON ONE'S EARS THAT AT THIS LATE HOUR HAVE BECOME VERY ACUTE THERE HITS THE TAP OF A REMOTE FOOTFALL LOUDER AND LOUDER GROW THE TAPS FILLING THE WHOLE NIGHT AND A BLACK CLOAKED FIGURE PASSES BY AND GOES TAPPING INTO THE DARK ONE WHO HAS DANCED GOES HOMEWARDS SOMEWHERE A BALL HAS CLOSED ITS DOORS AND ENDED ITS YELLOW LIGHTS ARE OUT ITS MUSICIANS ARE SILENT ITS DANCERS HAVE ALL GONE INTO THE NIGHT AIR AND TIME HAS SAID OF IT LET IT BE PAST AND OVER AND AMONG THE THINGS THAT I HAVE PUT AWAY SHADOWS BEGIN TO DETACH THEMSELVES FROM THEIR GREAT GATHERING PLACES NO LESS SILENTLY THAN THOSE SHADOWS THAT ARE THIN AND DEAD MOVE HOMEWARDS THE STEALTHY CATS THUS HAVE WE EVEN IN LONDON OUR FAINT FOREBODINGS OF THE DAWN'S APPROACH WHICH THE BIRDS AND THE BEASTS AND THE STARS ARE CRYING ALOUD TO THE UNTRAMMELLED FIELDS
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