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Alfred Austin - Good-Night!
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Good—night! Now dwindle wan and low
 The embers of the afterglow,
 And slowly over leaf and lawn
 Is twilight`s dewy curtain drawn.
 The slouching vixen leaves her lair,
 And, prowling, sniffs the tell—tale air.
 The frogs croak louder in the dyke,
 And all the trees seem dark alike:
 The bee is drowsing in the comb,
 The sharded beetle hath gone home:
 Good—night!

 Good—night! The hawk is in his nest,
 And the last rook hath dropped to rest.
 There is no hum, no chirp, no bleat,
 No rustle in the meadow—sweet.
 The woodbine, somewhere out of sight,
 Sweetens the loneliness of night.
 The Sister Stars, that once were seven,
 Mourn for their missing mate in Heaven.
 The poppy`s fair frail petals close,
 The lily yet more languid grows,
 And dewy—dreamy droops the rose:
 Good—night!

 Good—night! Caressing and caressed,
 The moist babe warms its mother`s breast.
 Silent are rustic loom and lathe;
 The scythe lies quiet as the swathe;
 The woodreeve blinks in covert shed,
 The weary yokel is abed,
 The covey warm beneath the wing,
 And sleep enfoldeth everything.
 Forsaken love, its last tear shed,
 On the lone pillow lays its head,
 And all our woes are respited:
 Good—night!
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