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W H Auden - Nocturne
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Now through night`s caressing grip
 Earth and all her oceans slip,
 Capes of China slide away
 From her fingers into day
 And th`Americas incline
 Coasts towards her shadow line.

 Now the ragged vagrants creep
 Into crooked holes to sleep:
 Just and unjust, worst and best,
 Change their places as they rest:
 Awkward lovers like in fields
 Where disdainful beauty yields:

 While the splendid and the proud
 Naked stand before the crowd
 And the losing gambler gains
 And the beggar entertains:
 May sleep`s healing power extend
 Through these hours to our friend.
 Unpursued by hostile force,
 Traction engine, bull or horse
 Or revolting succubus;
 Calmly till the morning break
 Let him lie, then gently wake.
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