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ST. JOHN'S EVE
   The veil is thin between
   The seen and the unseen—
Thinner to-night than the transparent air;
   All heaven and earth are still,
   Save when from some far hill
Floateth the nightbird's unavailing prayer;
   Up from the mountain bars
   Climb the slow, patient stars,
Only to faint in moonlight white and rare!

   Ere earth had grown too wise
   To commerce with the skies,
On this midsummer night the men of old
   Believed the dead drew near,
   Believed that they could hear
Voices long silent speaking from the mould,
   Believed whoever slept
   Unearthly vigil kept
Where his own death-knell should at last be tolled.

   In solemn midnight marches
   Beneath dark forest arches
They fancied that their hungry souls found God;
   His angels clad in light
   Stole softly through the night,
Leaving no impress on the yielding sod,
   And bore to mortal ears
   Tidings from other spheres,
The undiscovered way no man hath trod.