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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
P. B. Shelley
CLXXXVIII. To the Night
SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, 
            Spirit of Night! 
Out of the misty eastern cave 
Where, all the long and lone daylight, 
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear         5
Which make thee terrible and dear,— 
            Swift be thy flight! 
Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, 
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day,  10
Kiss her until she be wearied out: 
Then wander o'er city and sea and land, 
Touching all with thine opiate wand— 
            Come, long-sought! 
When I arose and saw the dawn,  15
            I sigh'd for thee; 
When light rode high, and the dew was gone, 
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, 
And the weary Day turn'd to his rest 
Lingering like an unloved guest,  20
            I sigh'd for thee. 
Thy brother Death came, and cried, 
            "Wouldst thou me?" 
Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, 
Murmur'd like a noontide bee,  25
"Shall I nestle near thy side? 
Wouldst thou me?"—And I replied, 
            "No, not thee!" 
Death will come when thou art dead, 
            Soon, too soon;  30
Sleep will come when thou art fled: 
Of neither would I ask the boon 
I ask of thee, belovèd Night— 
Swift be thine approaching flight, 
            Come soon, soon!  35

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