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From a London garden

THE LAST DAWN

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From my window fades, like a blur of the breath, The passing shadow of Night, And Dawn looks in with the face of Death, Silent, and cold, and white: As at last, when the last night’s silence shall break And the darkness rolls away, The eyes that were sleeping shall see when they wake Death with the face of Day.

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