The Sun kept stooping - stooping - low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose! Deeper and deeper grew the stain Upon the window pane - Thicker and thicker stood the feet Until the Tyrian
Was crowded dense with Armies - So gay, so Brigadier - That I felt martial stirrings Who once the Cockade wore -
Charged, from my chimney Corner - But Nobody was there!
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