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Asleep within the deadest hour of night

And, turning with the earth, I was aware

How suddenly the eastern curve was bright,

As when the sun arises from his lair.

But not the sun arose: it was thy hair

Shaken up heaven in tossing leagues of light.

Since then I know that neither night nor day

May I escape thee, O my heavenly hell!

Awake, in dreams, thou springest to waylay

And should I dare to die, I know full well

Whose voice would mock me in the mourning bell,

Whose face would greet me in hell's fiery way.