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How quickly night comes! Lo, already 't is the land Turns sea-like; overcrept by gray, the plains expand, Assume significance; while ocean dwindles, shrinks Into a pettier bound: its plash and plaint, methinks, Six steps away, how both retire, as if their part Were played, another force were free to prove her art, Protagonist in turn! Are you unterrified? All false, all fleeting too! And nowhere things abide, And everywhere we strain that things should stay,--the one Truth, that ourselves are true!