NIGHT AND SLEEP
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The shades of the night, from that region Beyond the red sunset of flame, Bear in their deep fringes a legion Of ghosts without name; Of ghosts, yea, an infinite number, Strange beings that know not the day, Sowing love or tares into slumber, Then fading away.
O welcome, Night! breathe from thy lips Thy breath, on whose wings I am free, That fans not the sail of tall ships, Nor stirs the deep sea; The vapor dissolving the hardness Of all which we meet in the light; The potion instilled with thy sweetness And magic, dark Night.