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The Sun kept settingsettingstill
No Hue of Afternoon
Upon the Village I perceived
From House to House 'twas Noon
The Dusk kept droppingdroppingstill
No Dew upon the Grass
But only on my Forehead stopped
And wandered in my Face
My Feet kept drowsingdrowsingstill
My fingers were awake
Yet why so little soundMyself
Unto my Seemingmake?
How well I knew the Light before
I could see it now
'Tis DyingI am doingbut
I'm not afraid to know