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Rh Into the Night

NTO the night we slip once more,

Into the night to sleep.

And call upon our soothed brain

To give us to ourselves again

Beatified and lithe of limb,

To break from the sad world, and leap

Into the day beyond the rim

Of the world's darkness, and to be

From dross and sorrow free.

To rove a mountain diamonded,

And see a mother-o'-pearl

Clouding trail along the sky,

To see a silver stork go by

On stately wing, and carrying

A beautiful white lissom girl,

Soul's Innocence, whose sapphire ring

Shines with her tender sapphire eyes

Among the bluey skies.

To sail upon a silvery sea

Upon a silver ship,

And hear the siren's softest song

Come wafted the moon's path along—

Like to your breath upon my cheek 74