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The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole

There are some nights whensleep plays coy,aloof and disdainful
And all the wilesthat I employ to winits service to my sideare useless as wounded pride,and much more painful