Song of the Night at Daybreak
All my stars forsake me.
And the dawn-winds shake me.
Where shall I betake me?
Whither shall I run
Till the set of sun,
Till the day be done?
To the mountain-mine,
To the boughs o’ the pine,
To the blind man’s eyne,
To a brow that is
Bowed upon the knees,
Sick with memories?

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Lane Core Jr. (
Created April 11, 2001; not revised.