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 Then, when danger decamps, Bury the word with the deed.

Warrior, what of the night?— Whether it be not or be Night, is as one thing to me. I for one, at the least, Ask not of dews if they blight, Ask not of flames if they slay, Ask not of prince or of priest How long ere we put them away.

Master, what of the night?— Child, night is not at all Anywhere, fallen or to fall, Save in our star-stricken eyes. Forth of our eyes it takes flight, Look we but once nor before Nor behind us, but straight on the skies; Night is not then any more.

Exile, what of the night?— The tides and the hours run out,