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Christopher Brennan - "This night first have I learn`d to prize thy boon, . ."
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This night first have I learn`d to prize thy boon, 
 I stranger and thou stranger, widow`d moon: 
 this night we have met, wandering, and thou couldst charm 
 sick brain and heart from all their burning harm; 
 white Lethe drown`d the world of dusty woe. 
 And I might feel that somewhere past its flow, 
 Eden, not all unmindful of my days, 
 had changed, an hour, to quiet hanging sprays 
 and uncrush`d beds of blossom, dusky-white, 
 that ooze with sleep and healing on the night.
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