By Morning Twilight

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Title:     By Morning Twilight
Author: George Meredith [More Titles by Meredith]

Night, like a dying mother,
Eyes her young offspring, Day.
The birds are dreamily piping.
And O, my love, my darling!
The night is life ebb'd away:
Away beyond our reach!
A sea that has cast us pale on the beach;
Weeds with the weeds and the pebbles
That hear the lone tamarisk rooted in sand Sway
With the song of the sea to the land.

[The end]
George Meredith's poem: By Morning Twilight

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