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Midnight shout and revelry,

Tipsy dance and jollity.

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Ere the blabbing eastern scout,

The nice morn, on th' Indian steep

From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.

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When the gray-hooded Even,

Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed,