Days and Nights
Higher the daily hours of anguish rise,
And mount about me as the swelling deep,
Till past my mouth and eyes their moments flow,
And I am drowned in sleep.
But soon the tide of night begins to ebb;
Chained on the barren shore of dawn I lie,
Again to hear the day's slow-rising flood,
Again to live and die.
And mount about me as the swelling deep,
Till past my mouth and eyes their moments flow,
And I am drowned in sleep.
But soon the tide of night begins to ebb;
Chained on the barren shore of dawn I lie,
Again to hear the day's slow-rising flood,
Again to live and die.
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