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NIGHT.
Thou heedest not, inexorable Night,
Whether besought from some lone prison cell
To stay thy hours, by one whose dying knell
Will sound not later than return of light,
Whether besought from some lone prison cell
To stay thy hours, by one whose dying knell
Will sound not later than return of light,
Or prayed to urge them by some suffering wight
Who notes their creep as wearily and well
As men not for eternity in Hell
May note the purging flames' decreasing height.
Who notes their creep as wearily and well
As men not for eternity in Hell
May note the purging flames' decreasing height.
Hark! in the street I hear a distant sound
Of music and of laughter and of song,
As go a band of revellers their round:
Of music and of laughter and of song,
As go a band of revellers their round:
And under prison-walls it comes along,
And under dull sick-rooms, where moans abound;
For who shall grudge their strumming to the strong?
And under dull sick-rooms, where moans abound;
For who shall grudge their strumming to the strong?
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