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The Soul of Day Migrates into the Night
The soul of day migrates into the night;
The moon on the eastern hill;
The sound of work seeks repose
Through sunset's silence, into deeper silence still!
No dark this eve, but a silver flow
Washing from the sky the dusty sunset glow,
Then mount it with a soft star —
A reflection of God's eye in Heaven's mirror.