The Sun has long been set:
    The Stars are out by twos and threes;
    The little Birds are piping yet
    Among the bushes and trees;
There's a Cuckoo, and one or two thrushes;
    And a noise of wind that rushes,
    With a noise of water that gushes;
    And the Cuckoo's sovereign cry
    Fills all the hollow of the sky!
    Who would go "parading"
    In London, and "masquerading,"
    On such a night of June?
    With that beautiful soft half-moon,
    And all these innocent blisses,
    On such a night as this is!

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