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Lucy Maud Montgomery - Twilight
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From vales of dawn hath Day pursued the Night
  Who mocking fled, swift-sandalled, to the west,
Nor ever lingered in her wayward flight
  With dusk-eyed glance to recompense his quest,
But over crocus hills and meadows gray
  Sped fleetly on her way. 

Now when the Day, shorn of his failing strength,
  Hath fallen spent before the sunset bars,
The fair, wild Night, with pity touched at length,
  Crowned with her chaplet of out-blossoming stars,
Creeps back repentantly upon her way
  To kiss the dying Day.
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