 | Weeping-Cross and Other Rimes by A. H. Bullen |  |
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THE MIDDLE NIGHT
You've told how waking, in the middle nightYou turned your longing arms to left and right
In love's embrace; alas! she was not there
And you lay lonely in your dazed despair.
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