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Night time for dreams;
The gay romance of life,
When truth that is and truth that seems
Blend in fantastic strife;
Ah! visions less beguiling far
Than waking dreams by daylight are!
The gay romance of life,
When truth that is and truth that seems
Blend in fantastic strife;
Ah! visions less beguiling far
Than waking dreams by daylight are!
Night is the time for toil:
To plough the classic field,
Intent to find the buried spoil
Its wealthy furrows yield;
Till all is burs that sages taught,
That poets sang or heroes wrought.
To plough the classic field,
Intent to find the buried spoil
Its wealthy furrows yield;
Till all is burs that sages taught,
That poets sang or heroes wrought.
Night is the time to weep;
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years;
Hopes that were Angels in their birth,
But perished young, like things of earth!
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years;
Hopes that were Angels in their birth,
But perished young, like things of earth!
Night is the time to watch;
On the ocean's dark expanse,
To hail the Pleiades, or catch
The full moon's earliest glance,
That brings into the home sick mind
All we have loved and left behind.
On the ocean's dark expanse,
To hail the Pleiades, or catch
The full moon's earliest glance,
That brings into the home sick mind
All we have loved and left behind.
Night is the time for care;
Brooding on hours mis-spent,
Brooding on hours mis-spent,
