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I am Night:
I bring
Hope of pleasure, rest from pain:
Thoughts unsaid 'twixt Life and
My fruitful silence quickeneth.
William Morris
William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated wi
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