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As some dusk mother shields from all alarms / The tired child she gathers to her breast, / The brunette Night doth fold me in her arms, / And hushes me to perfect peace and rest. / Her eyes of stars shine on me, and I hear / Her voice of winds low crooning on my ear. / O Night, O Night, how beautiful thou art! / Come, fold me closer to thy pulsing heart.
The day is full of gladness, and the light / So beautifies the common outer things, / I only see with my external sight, / And only hear the great world's voice which rings. / But silently from daylight and from din / The sweet Night draws me-whispers, "Look within! " / And looking, as one wakened from a dream, / I see what _is_-no longer what doth seem.