She had to lie and hear love things made dreadful
By his shouts in the night.
She had to lie and hear love things made dreadful
By his shouts in the night.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.
It looked as if a night of dark intent Was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage. There would be more than ocean-water broken Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.
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