Night
O night eternal and blue,
Holy and soft above,
You seem to lay on my forehead
The touch of an infinite love—
The touch of a love that never
Will understand me aright —
Why should you touch me and love me,
O tender and delicate night ?
O night, look in with your stars
On the wintry face of despair.
And your stars will eddy and shrivel
As leaves in a gust of the air!
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