Sonnet, When Night Comes…
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Peter S. Quinn
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When night comes here within day of gleam
And puts its dark brow on to its pleasing grace
Where the shadows of age in nearness seem
And beauty lies hidden in its many ways
When love is forgotten in trances deep
As flowers of lusty are nowhere seen
The heart in its faithful beat cannot keep
For all joyful feelings are gone between
The beauty deep sunken like night in the dark
With its treasures thriftless not in praises
When day of tomorrow comes without spark
Giving not sentiment in beats many laces
Where love has gone old in its lust and eyes
And each of its riches in passions tries
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