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Show DAY AND NIGHT. Who dreams when leaps the Day Into the heavens, furnace shod? His feet strike fire the way He drives with flaming rod. With clanging hoof he spans the arc, And whirls his victims at his wheel; His scorched lips with pain are stark. His blazing gaze is Time's red seal. Who walks abroad at dusk? Then night comes, sandal-shod. With cat-tread through the musk Of woods and grassy sod. Her breath is cool, where day has been; Her foot-fall lingers at our door; And all unheard she enters in -And slips her mantle to the floor. |