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When you, my Dear, are away, away, / How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night / Starts another year of candle light.
O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon! / Grant me, I beg of you, this boon.
Whirl round the earth as never sun / Has his diurnal journey run.
And, Moon, slip past the ladders of air / In a single flash, while your streaming hair / Catches the stars and pulls them down / To shine on some slumbering Chinese town.
O Kindly Sun! Understanding Moon! / Bring evening to crowd the footsteps of noon.
But when that long awaited day / Hangs ripe in the heavens, your voyaging stay.
Be morning, O Sun! with the lark in song, / Be afternoon for ages long.
And, Moon, let you and your lesser lights / Watch over a century of nights.