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NIGHTFALL.
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NIGHTFALL.
INTER and snow-drifts compass me,—You dwell where warmth and sunshine are,—
Between, the miles stretch drearily;
O inaccessible and far!
I wonder if your memory thrills
When threatening clouds the sunset drown?
Look toward these bleak and desolate hills,
Beloved, when the night shuts down!
O winter-fettered soul! O love,
With sorrow's self forever twinned!
The cold skies threaten from above,—
The wild waves wrestle with the wind,—
While Eve unbraids her shadowy locks,
And scatters stars amid their brown,—
Think of the sea-shore and the rocks,
Beloved, when the night shuts down!
With sorrow's self forever twinned!
The cold skies threaten from above,—
The wild waves wrestle with the wind,—
While Eve unbraids her shadowy locks,
And scatters stars amid their brown,—
Think of the sea-shore and the rocks,
Beloved, when the night shuts down!
Since I am swept so utterly
Into the distance dim and far,
Into the distance dim and far,
