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In the dark and the gloom when winds were fretting / Like restless children worn out with play, / I said to my heart, 'This task, forgetting -- / Is harder now than it is by day. / For a hungry love that hides from the light, / Like a tiger steals forth, and is bold at night.'
The wind wailed low like a woman weeping; / Deeper and darker the dense gloom grew. / And, oh! for the old, sweet nights of sleeping, / When dreams were happy, and love was true. / Before the stars from heaven went out / In a sudden blackness of dread and doubt.