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Robert Laurence Binyon - Nightfall
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Sweet after labour, soft and whispering night
 Blows on dark fields and fragrant country here:
 Here there is sleep, to weary limbs delight;
 The world is far away, the stars are near.

 The world is far away: but there, I know,
 Night comes to few unanxious, happy eyes;
 And cities, with their restless streets aglow,
 Lamps upon lamps, outface the enkindled skies.

 London lies there; an endless fiery maze,
 Thronged with her millions, sleepless, vast, alone;
 The stars are pale above her, where her gaze
 Lights the wide heavens and makes the night her own.

 There the hot wind blows over no dark fields:
 Brief, hard--won rest despotic labours give:
 Sleep, to how many spent--out spirits, yields
 Life`s only sweetness, to forget they live!
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