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HIS NIGHTS ARE, LIKE HIS DAYS, PASSED IN TORMENT.
When in the sea sinks the sun's golden light, / And on my mind and nature darkness lies, / With the pale moon, faint stars and clouded skies / I pass a weary and a painful night: / To her who hears me not I then rehearse / My sad life's fruitless toils, early and late; / And with the world and with my gloomy fate, / With Love, with Laura and myself, converse.