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THE ARK by WINIFRED LUCAS

First Line: A FLOOD OF DARK / SWEEPS ON WITH NIGHT
Last Line: ALONE—ALONE!
Subject(s): ARKS; SOLITUDE; LONELINESS;
I

A FLOOD of dark
Sweeps on with night;
And where's an ark
Of light?

II

Oh, richly stored,
Oh, safe and deep,
Behold abroad
The ark of sleep!

III

From thence away
Who bade you fly,
The distant day
To spy?

IV

And forth you would
On wings so weak?
The abated flood
Is still to seek.

V

Down, downward rolled
The sun has set:
No leaf of gold
Uncovered yet.

VI

And oh, so far
The ark has gone
From where you are
Alone—alone!



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