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NIGHT AND MORNING by CONSTANCE CAROLINE WOODHILL NADEN

First Line: I LIFT TO HEAVEN MY LONGING EYES
Last Line: BUT WE ARE ONE AT HEAVEN'S HEIGHT.
Subject(s): MORNING; NIGHT; BEDTIME;
NIGHT.

I LIFT to Heaven my longing eyes,
Knowing that yonder tranquil moon
Is bright for you in Spanish skies;
And has she power your soul to tune,
In subtlest harmony divine,
With all the passionate thoughts of mine?

No, rather let her give you rest,
To sleep in peace, with joy to wake;
Yet if a dream the slumber break,
Dream of my youthful soul and breast,
Hungered, alone, far off, and sad;
But dream them near, and dream them glad.

MORNING.

The morning radiance floods my room,
Its tender glow my brow has kissed,
And scattered all the night-born gloom:
Yon floating, thin translucent mist,
Pierced through and through with living gold,
Makes lovelier what it half enshrouds:
And you in distant skies behold
The self-same sun, but other clouds.
Trim English lowlands bloom for me;
For you Alhambra's courts are bright;
For both o'er earth, and sky, and sea,
Through thought and passion, mind and heart,
Still streams the same all glorious light;
Earth's barriers keep us far apart,
But we are one at heaven's height.




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