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WIFE TO HUSBAND.
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The cock has ceased to crow, the hen to cluck:
Only the fox is out, some heedless luck
  Or chicken to surprise.

  Remote, each single star
  Comes out, till there they are
All shining brightly: how the dews fall damp!
While close at hand the glow-worm lights her lamp,
  Or twinkles from afar.

  But evening now is done
  As much as if the sun
Day-giving had arisen in the East:
For night has come; and the great calm has ceased,
  The quiet sands have run.


WIFE TO HUSBAND.
PARDON the faults in me,
For the love of years ago;
  Good-bye.
I must drift across the sea,
I must sink into the snow,
  I must die.

You can bask in this sun,
You can drink wine, and eat
  Good-bye.