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Sidney Lanier - Night And Day
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The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.
O, Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed!
 — Put out the light, said he.

A sweeter light than ever rayed
From star of heaven or eye of maid
Has vanished in the unknown Shade.
 — She`s dead, she`s dead, said he.

Now, in a wild, sad after-mood
The tawny Night sits still to brood
Upon the dawn-time when he wooed.
 — I would she lived, said he.

Star-memories of happier times,
Of loving deeds and lovers` rhymes,
Throng forth in silvery pantomimes.
 — Come back, O Day! said he.
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