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Sidney Lanier

Macon / Georgia
Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Night And Day

Rating: 2.9
The innocent, sweet Day is dead.
Dark Night hath slain her in her bed.
O, Moors are as fierce to kill as to wed!
-- Put out the light, said he.

A sweeter light than ever rayed
From star of heaven or eye of maid
Has vanished in the unknown Shade.
-- She's dead, she's dead, said he.

Now, in a wild, sad after-mood
The tawny Night sits still to brood
Upon the dawn-time when he wooed.
-- I would she lived, said he.

Star-memories of happier times,
Of loving deeds and lovers' rhymes,
Throng forth in silvery pantomimes.
-- Come back, O Day! said he.
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Ratnakar Mandlik 06 April 2016
The innocent, sweet day is dead Dark night hath slain her in her bed. Amazing imagery.
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