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What worlds have they gone into? Whom have they met? But my thoughts are far off with Bethmoora in her loneliness, whose gates swing to and fro. WHAT WORLDS HAVE THEY GONE INTO WHOM HAVE THEY MET BUT MY THOUGHTS ARE FAR OFF WITH BETHMORA IN HER LONELINESS WHOSE GATES SWING TO AND FRO
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. What memories, what fancies throng one's mind! A night but just now gathered out of London by the horrific hand of Time. A million common artificial things all cloaked for a while in mystery, like beggars robed in purple, and seated on dread thrones. Four million people asleep, dreaming perhaps.  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 WHAT MEMORIES WHAT FANCIES THRONG ONE'S MIND A NIGHT BUT JUST NOW GATHERED OUT OF LONDON BY THE HORRIFIC HAND OF TIME A MILLION COMMON ARTIFICIAL THINGS ALL CLOAKED FOR A WHILE IN MYSTERY LIKE BEGGARS ROBED IN PURPLE AND SEATED ON DREAD THRONES FOUR MILLION PEOPLE ASLEEP DREAMING PERHAPS
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