Through out a certain night
There the house hid amidst
The dense foliage of shrubs and trees
Sentinels of oaks old and firs and elms:
Imported from a country in the north
Yet still staying surviving in the south
Well, well, the lights past midnight lit
And then the house was lighted bit by bit:
Then
Of a sudden as soon as the lights lit
They went out suddenly, though
No thunder struck, nor lightning,
Through out a certain night
There the house hid amidst
The dense foliage of shrubs and trees
Sentinels of oaks old and firs and elms
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