More Poems. 38. By Shores and Woods and Steeples
By shores and woods and steeples Rejoicing hearts receive Poured on a hundred peoples The far-shed alms of eve. Her hands are filled with slumber For world-wide labourers worn; Yet those are more in number That know her not from morn. Now who sees night for ever, He sees no happier sight: Night and no moon and never A star upon the night.
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