“Night with all her negro train,
Took possession of the plain;
In an hearse she rode reclin'd.
Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind:
Close to her, with printless feet,
Crept Stillness in a winding sheet.”

—  Christopher Smart

Ode XIV. A Night-Piece; or, Modern Philosophy (1748).

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