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<h2> Day and Night </h2>
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Through my heart's palace Thoughts unnumbered throng;<br/>
And there, most quiet and, as a child, most wise,<br/>
High-throned you sit, and gracious. All day long<br/>
Great Hopes gold-armoured, jester Fantasies,<br/>
And pilgrim Dreams, and little beggar Sighs,<br/>
Bow to your benediction, go their way.<br/>
And the grave jewelled courtier Memories<br/>
Worship and love and tend you, all the day.<br/>
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But when I sleep, and all my thoughts go straying,<br/>
When the high session of the day is ended,<br/>
And darkness comes; then, with the waning light,<br/>
By lilied maidens on your way attended,<br/>
Proud from the wonted throne, superbly swaying,<br/>
You, like a queen, pass out into the night.<br/></p>
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