The Road was lit with Moon and star—
Emily Dickinson
1450 The Road was lit with Moon and star— The Trees were bright and still— Descried I—by the distant Light A Traveller on a Hill— To magic Perpendiculars Ascending, though Terrene— Unknown his shimmering ultimate— But he indorsed the sheen—
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