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WHEN twilight late delayeth,

And morning wakes in song,

And fields are full of daisies,

I know the days are long;

When Toil is stretched at nooning,

Where leafy pleasures throng,

When nights o’errun in music,

I know the days are long.

When suns afoot are marching,

And rains are quick and strong,

And streams speak in a whisper,

I know the days are long.

When hills are clad in velvet,

And winds can do no wrong,

And woods are deep and dusky,

I know the days are long.