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I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that start / Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall -- / The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart / Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall; / Over against my bed, there shone a gleam / Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream.
It sank, and I am wrapt in utter gloom; / How far is night advanced, and when will day / Retinge the dusk and livid air with bloom, / And fill this void with warm, creative ray? / Would I could sleep again till, clear and red, / Morning shall on the mountain-tops be spread!