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Song Of The Night At Daybreak
by Alice Christiana Gertrude Thompson MeynellAll my stars forsake me,
And the dawn-winds shake me.
Where shall I betake me?
Whither shall I run
Till the set of sun,
Till the day be done?
To the mountain-mine,
To the boughs o' the pine,
To the blind man's eyne,
To a brow that is
Bowed upon the knees,
Sick with memories.