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THE INGRATE by WINIFRED LUCAS

First Line: NIGHT UPON HER DARKLING WAYS
Last Line: WESTWARD FLED AWAY TO DEATH.
Subject(s): DEATH; INSOMNIA; NIGHT; SLEEP; DEAD, THE; SLEEPLESSNESS; BEDTIME;
NIGHT upon her darkling ways
Paused beside your sleepless bed,—
Sleepless till the morning rays,—
Sleepless, for a sudden dread
Of her bosom,—wont to be
Minister of rest to thee.

Pausing, passionate and proud,
Night, a prey to pity deep
Of the tender ingrate, vowed,
"I will die to let thee sleep;"
And, to calm this trembling breath,
Westward fled away to death.



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