An Eclipse
Let there be an end And all be done ; Pass over, fair eclipse, That hides the sun.
Dear face that shades the light And shadows me, Begone, and give me peace, And set me free.
Dora Sigerson Shorter
Let there be an end And all be done ; Pass over, fair eclipse, That hides the sun.
Dear face that shades the light And shadows me, Begone, and give me peace, And set me free.
The speaker is asking for something to end, addressing an eclipse that hides the sun. At first it sounds like a natural event, but then the eclipse becomes “Dear face that shades the light” — a person whose presence blocks out warmth and happiness.
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