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Coventry Patmore - Night And Sleep
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How strange at night to wake
              And watch, while others sleep,
              Till sight and hearing ache
              For objects that may keep
              The awful inner sense
              Unroused, lest it should mark
              The life that haunts the emptiness
              And horror of the dark!
              How strange at night the bay
               Of dogs, how wild the note
               Of cocks that scream for day,
               In homesteads far remote;
               How strange and wild to hear
               The old and crumbling tower,
               Amid the darkness, suddenly
               Take tongue and speak the hour!     
               Albeit the love-sick brain
               Affects the dreary moon,
               Ill things alone refrain
               From life`s nocturnal swoon:
               Men melancholy mad,
               Beasts ravenous and sly,
               The robber, and the murderer,
               Remorse, with lidless eye.
               The nightingale is gay,
               For she can vanquish night;
               Dreaming, she sings of day
               Notes that make darkness bright;
               But when the refluent gloom
               Saddens the gaps of song,
               Men charge on her the dolefulness,
               And call her crazed with wrong.
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