WHEN NIGHT IS NO MORE
When night is no more
I shall miss her winsome ways
The dark that settled on my heart
When she arose with mantled moon
When night is no more
I shall miss her distant stars
Harbingers of other worlds
That flourished in the vaulted veil
When night is no more
I shall miss her quiet sighs
The canopy and blackened sky
That no thought could penetrate
When night is no more
I shall sing of when she was
A lonely thing, yet beautiful
Ancient in her closing eve
When night is no more
I shall remember her
Not in her desperate closeness
But in her accrescent absence
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