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Слушать(AI)The Evening-Watch [A Dialogue]
DY Farewell!
I go to sleep; but when The day-star springs,
I'll wake again.
UL Go, sleep in peace; and when thou liest Unnumber'd in thy dust, when all this frame Is but one dram, and what thou now descriest In sev'ral parts shall want a name, Then may his peace be with thee, and each dust Writ in his book, who ne'er betray'd man's trust!
DY Amen! but hark, ere we two stray How many hours dost think 'till day?
UL Ah go; th'art weak, and sleepy.
Heav'n Is a plain watch, and without figures winds All ages up; who drew this circle, even He fills it; days and hours are blinds. Yet this take with thee.
The last gasp of time Is thy first breath, and man's eternal prime.
Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughan (17 April 1621 – 23 April 1695) was a Welsh metaphysical poet, author, translator and physician, writing in English. He is chiefly
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