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Last Night - And This.
By James Whitcomb Riley
Last night - how deep the darkness was!
And well I knew its depths, because
I waded it from shore to shore,
Thinking to reach the light no more.
She would not even touch my hand. -
The winds rose and the cedars fanned
The moon out, and the stars fled back
In heaven and hid - and all was black!
But ah! To-night a summons came,
Signed with a teardrop for a name, -
For as I wondering kissed it, lo,
A line beneath it told me so.
And now - the moon hangs over me
A disk of dazzling brilliancy,
And every star-tip stabs my sight
With splintered glitterings of light!
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