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NIGHT, by                    
First Line: Watchman, tell us of the night
Last Line: Ah, but watchman, tell us of the night.
Subject(s): Night; Bedtime


Watchman, tell us of the night.
"Know ye not? the moon in all her glory
Seeks to quench the stars' more feeble light.
Low along the sky the shifting clouds
Turn gold, now gray, now white."

Watchman, watchman, tell us of the night.
"Hear ye not the sleepless pine trees' sighing?
Feel ye not the perfume-burdened air?
There's the shadow of a rosebud dying—
God, the silence of thy night is rare."

Watchman, watchman, tell us what is there.
"Hear ye not the frogs' unending chorus,
Sung to please some wakeful water sprite?
There's a moonflower blooming pale before us—
Listen to the whip-poor-will's sad flight."

Ah, but watchman, tell us of the night.





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