Robert Louis Stevenson Night Poems

AS one who having wandered all night long
In a perplexed forest, comes at length
In the first hours, about the matin song,
And when the sun uprises in his strength,
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Then the bright lamp is carried in,
The sunless hours again begin;
O'er all without, in field and lane,
The haunted night returns again.
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All night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day before my eye.
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When the golden day is done,
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, Flower and sun,
Vanish all things mortal.
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