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AT NIGHT
In the wild heaven the wan moon weeps
From eyelids fringed with drifting cloud,
And on the pebbles inward sweeps
The tide and moans aloud.
From eyelids fringed with drifting cloud,
And on the pebbles inward sweeps
The tide and moans aloud.
The face of night is sered and blind,
The rough sea cannot sleep;
Weep all thy tears, O rain-drenched wind,
For one who may not weep!
The rough sea cannot sleep;
Weep all thy tears, O rain-drenched wind,
For one who may not weep!
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