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 What of the night? The night is full, the tide Storms inland, the most ancient rocks divide; Yet some endure, and bow nor head nor knee; Couldst thou not watch with me?

Since thou art not as these are, go thy ways; Thou hast no part in all my nights and days. Lie still, sleep on, be glad—as such things be; Thou couldst not watch with me.