Rise and reign, our sun!

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I pass by the small room now forlorn

Where once each night as I passed I knew

A child's bright sleep from even to morn

Made sweet the whole night through.

As a soundless shell, as a songless nest,

Seems now the room that was radiant then

And fragrant with his happier rest

Than that of slumbering men.

The day therein is less than the day,

The night is indeed night now therein:

Heavier the dark seems there to weigh,

And slower the dawns begin.

As a nest fulfilled with birds, as a shell

Fulfilled with breath of a god's own hymn,

Again shall be this bare blank cell,

Made sweet again with him.

362 XXVIII

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