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A WHITE NIGHT
This live-long night in heart and brain set freeSo loud a throng of bitter thoughts would brawl,
Wild mourners feasting at the funeral
Of Hope in darksome grave laid fair to see,
That Sleep, life's dream of deeper rest to be,
Could hitherward no entrance find at all,
Because their clamour drowned her low soft call,
Till frighted sore she far away did flee.
And now when dawn is nigh, their strife grown less,
She back returning seeks admittance fain,
That I, full loth, must needs withhold, more wise
Than for so brief a respite's only gain
To dare the ambushed curse in Sorrow's eyes,
Forth leaping from an hour's forgetfulness.
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