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HINING black in the shining light,

Inky black in the golden sun,

Graceful as the swallow's flight,

Light as swallow, wingèd one,

Swift as driven hurricane—

Double-sinewed stretch and spring,

Muffled thud of flying feet,

See the black dog galloping,

Hear his wild foot-beat.

See him lie when the day is dead,

Black curves curled on the boarded floor.

Sleepy eyes, my sleepy-head—

Eyes that were aflame before.

Gentle now, they burn no more;

Gentle now and softly warm,

With the fire that made them bright

Hidden—as when after storm

Softly falls the night.

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