 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
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NIGHT.
Second Violet.How bright it is! the Trees, how still they are!
Crocus.
I never saw before so bright a Star
As that which stands and shines just over us.
First Violet
(after a pause).
My leaves feel strange and very tremulous.
Crocus and Second Violet together.
And mine, and mine!
First Violet.
O warm, kind Sun, appear!
Crocus.
I would the Stars were gone, and day were here!
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