 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
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NIGHT.
Night followed passionless and still;
God laid the frolic breezes by,
With rose and gold upon the hill,
And rose upon the sky;
God laid the frolic breezes by,
With rose and gold upon the hill,
And rose upon the sky;
And tir'd trees stretched their arms and slept,
And flowers contented closed their eyen:
Then forth from their long hiding crept
The new-wak'd stars to shine:
And flowers contented closed their eyen:
Then forth from their long hiding crept
The new-wak'd stars to shine:
Only the birds would not forget
Their singing and the gladsome day,
And as for me—mine eyes are wet
For sweet hours fled away.
Their singing and the gladsome day,
And as for me—mine eyes are wet
For sweet hours fled away.
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