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First Line: Night! Loathed jailor of the lock'd-up sun
Last Line: Now feels it all the day one rising morn.
Subject(s): Night; Bedtime


NIGHT! loathed jailor of the lock'd-up sun,
And tyrant-turnkey on committed day,
Bright eyes lie fetter'd in thy dungeon,
And heaven itself doth thy dark wards obey:
Thou dost arise our living hell,
With thee groans, terrors, furies dwell,
Until Lucasta doth awake,
And with her beams these heavy chains off shake.

Behold, with opening her almighty lid,
Bright eyes break rolling and with lustre spread,
And captive Day his chariot mounted is;
Night to her proper hell is beat,
And screwed to her ebon seat;
Till th' earth with play oppressed lies,
And draws again the curtains of her eyes.
But bondslave I know neither day nor night,
Whether she murth'ring sleep or saving wake;
Now broil'd i' th' zone of her reflected light,
Then froze, my icicles not sinews shake.
Smile then, new Nature, your soft blast
Doth melt our ice, and fires waste;
Whilst the scorch'd shiv'ring world new-born
Now feels it all the day one rising morn.





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