A WATCH IN THE NIGHT.
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There is one who shall surely requite
All that endure or that err:
She can answer alone:
Ask not of me, but of her.
19.
I feel not the red rains fall,
Hear not the tempest at all,
Nor thunder in heaven any more.
All the distance is white
With the soundless feet of the sun.
Night, with the woes that it wore,
Night is over and done.
