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DAY AND NIGHT.
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"Wise Nature oft inscribes some sign, Which, to interpret, makes afraid.
"While sunlight, Margery, always fair, Is symbol sweet of what thou art;This hour, that darkens all the air, Portrays my own sad counterpart.
"Day dies with the approach of night: Thus do I read the fateful sign;Thy life, with its transcendant light, Will perish if 'tis linked with mine."
Straightway she answered, while a glance Of lustrous meaning lit her eye:"The shades of life its lights enhance, And I, for love of thee, would die!
"Yet day dies not, but being drawn Beyond itself (so love is given)Makes for the night a silver dawn, And gains—a twilight glimpse of heaven."
