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REVERIE.

NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED

As the first faint stars are blinking

In the pale blue western sky!

I had dined at Caffe Bello,

And then wandered up and down,

Like an idle, dreamy fellow,

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Through the mazes of the town;

And, just as the bells were tolling

Half the hour, - 'twixt eight and nine, -

I recall that I was strolling

By a wall o'ergrown with vine.

There I paused awhile, delighted

With the beauty of the view;

How the leaves clung like a mantle,

And the night-wind rustled through,

And the shadows near the basement

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