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The sweet maid, Day, has pillowed her head / On the breast of her dusky lover Night; / The sun has made her a couch of red, / And woven a cover of dim twilight; / And the lover kisses the maiden's brow, / As low on her couch she sleepeth now.
Here at my window, above the street, / I sit, as the day lies in repose; / And I list to the ceaseless tramp of feet. / And I watch this human tide that flows, / Upward and downward, to and fro. / As the waves of an ocean, ebb and flow.