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#nursemaid
Sun burns away the day, Night is born, Wrapped in blankets of clouds, handsome lad. Tell the stars that I am jealous of the moon, For with the dying of each new day; Crystal orb with swaddling of mist and light, Nursemaid that she is- She attends, O precious delight, The infant Night!
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Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
The Infant Night