When Night Be Still As This
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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When night be still as this
Though Time ruthless run the same
I shall be seat me
Under the boughs of this vast garden-tree
And in that dulcet reverie
Hear the leaves falling
Grinding to the ground and soil
Dust where the seeds begun.
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