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|A Poet’s Fancies|
The Day to the Night
The Poet sings to his Poet
From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn,|
We two are sundered always, Sweet.
A few stars shake o’er the rocky lawn
And the cold sea-shore when we meet.
The twilight comes with thy shadowy feet.
We are not day and night, my Fair,|
But one. It is an hour of hours.
And thoughts that are not otherwhere
Are thought here ’mid the blown sea-flowers,
This meeting and this dusk of ours.
Delight has taken Pain to her heart,|
And there is dusk and stars for these.
O linger, linger! They would not part;
And the wild wind comes from over-seas,
With a new song to the olive trees.
And when we meet by the sounding pine|
Sleep draws near to his dreamless brother.
And when thy sweet eyes answer mine,
Peace nestles close to her mournful mother,
And Hope and Weariness kiss each other.
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