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IN THE FOURTH WATCH, by            
First Line: Nights when I tarry in this passionate clay
Last Line: You sleep in earth with neither lamp nor fire.


Nights when I tarry in this passionate clay,
The house and freehold of my vassal, Thought,
I hear his hounds upon the wind away
Baying a quarry they have all but caught.
But when full morning breaks the pack comes home,
Spent from the chase and drenched with chilling dew;
The driven stag they lathered into foam
Climbs the far hills where they will not pursue.

I mind how you would say, in nights now gone,
That it was always darkest under the lamp
For you; and presently the glaucous dawn
Would turn us home through meadows elfin-damp.
But now, as though to lighten your desire,
You sleep in earth with neither lamp nor fire.





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