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Dewfall, moonrise, high sweet clover, Chimney swifts at their twilight play; Quail call, owl hoot, moth a-hover, Midnight pale at the step of day.

The dewfall had been very heavy, and soaked them from nose tip to tail, and the bats wheeled overhead.

I would rather feel the dewfall of a child's loving tear upon my face than wear a laureate's crown.

He tried to the end, as he always would, but there was no wicked turn or deception and the ball by now was sodden with the dewfall.

I saw where the sun's hand pointed, I knew what the bird's note said; By the dawn and the dewfall anointed, You were queen by the gold on your head.