All is deathly still and hush,
No song comes from lark or thrush,
Moon crawls across the face so bright,
Heavens turn from day to night,
I now behold a sight so rare,
The solar diamond solitaire,
Bailey's beads can now be seen,
In the velvet vault serene,
The silvern disk moves away,
Sky quickly turns from night to day,
Birds once more resume their song,
Oblivious of the sight now gone.
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