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NOON: 2 by WINIFRED LUCAS

First Line: YOU CLAIM AN EARLY TWILIGHT, SWEET
Last Line: AS 'NEATH YOUR EYE-LIDS DIES THE SUN.
Subject(s): NOON;

YOU claim an early twilight, sweet,
Who tire of day so soon;
Astonished light and darkness meet
In your repose at noon,—
Yet waive their common wonderment
Your need to solace and content.

Of all from azure skies day-driven,
There's many a star to spare
To stud the little vault of heaven
Your flight of dreams may dare,
And break upon you, one by one,
As 'neath your eye-lids dies the sun.



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