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DAY AND NIGHT
Day goeth bold in cloth of gold,
A royal bridegroom he;
But night in jewelled purple waits —
A Queen of Mystery.
Day filleth up his loving cup
With vintage golden clear;
But Night her ebon chalice crowns
With wine as pale as Fear.
Day drinks to Life, to ruddy Life,
And holds a kingly feast.
Night drinks to Death and while she drinks —
Day rises in the East!
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