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AFTER THE DAY.

Pain through the long day lords it o'er our souls,
But when the sweet night comes, my voice brings back
The passion that all day about thy track
So gently hovered—in the love-wave rolls.
Through all our daily toil the thought of love
Is underneath, around us and above—
But in the night it is a present flower,
Great, burning, awful—glowing with new power
Oh wander, if thou pleasest, in the day
Far as thou canst—unfettered, flit away
Like some bright butterfly above the foam!
At night, when thou dost mark the land afar,
And heaven one sheet of blackness with no star,
My love shall be thy ship of rest, thy home!