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POEMS.
GOOD-NIGHT.
Dearest, good-night! The darkness spreads her wings
Over the restlessness of human things,
And stills awhile the tumult of the day.
Over the restlessness of human things,
And stills awhile the tumult of the day.
We were together not two hours ago,
Playing our parts before the world's great show,
Saying the words set down for us to say.
Playing our parts before the world's great show,
Saying the words set down for us to say.
Yet are we nearer now than we have been,
Though the long streets lie silently between,
Though all the world should stretch between us two.
Though the long streets lie silently between,
Though all the world should stretch between us two.
Think of me, dearest, not as I was then—
That was a worldly woman among men:
This is a lonely woman who loves you.
That was a worldly woman among men:
This is a lonely woman who loves you.
C. D.
