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As long as skies are blue, and fields are green,
Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow,
Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow.
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St. XXI

 

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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The days are still and bright,
And Evening trails her robes of gold
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