Night And Day by Sidney Lanier
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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