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Amy Levy - The End of the Day
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To B. T.


Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day
Fails and slackens and fades away.—
The sky that was so blue before
With sudden clouds is shrouded o`er.
Swiftly, stilly the mists uprise,
Till blurred and grey the landscape lies.

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All day we have plied the oar; all day
Eager and keen have said our say
On life and death, on love and art,
On good or ill at Nature`s heart.
Now, grown so tired, we scarce can lift
The lazy oars, but onward drift.
And the silence is only stirred
Here and there by a broken word.

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O, sweeter far than strain and stress
Is the slow, creeping weariness.
And better far than thought I find
The drowsy blankness of the mind.
More than all joys of soul or sense
Is this divine indifference;
Where grief a shadow grows to be,
And peace a possibility.
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