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 OW do the days press on, and lay
 * Their fallen locks at evening down,

Whileas the stars in darkness play
 * And moonbeams weave a crown —

A crown of flower-like light in heaven,
 * Where in the hollow arch of space

Morn's mistress dreams, and the Pleiads seven
 * Stand watch about her place.

Stand watch — O days no number keep
 * Of hours when this dark clay is blind.

When the world's clocks are dumb in sleep
 * 'Tis then I seek my kind.