by John Milton (1608 - 1674)

Now came still Evening on, and Twilight...
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Language: English 
Our translations:  FRI GER
Now came still Evening on, and Twilight gray 
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests 
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleased....

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