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Acrossthe wind blown meadows i can see, 
the far off glimmer of the little town, 
and feel the darkness slowly shutting down 
to lock from day's long glare my soul and me. 
Then through my blood the coming mystery 
of night steals to my heart and turns my feet 
toward that chamber in the lamp-lit street, 
where waits the pillow of my breast and me. 
There shall be no night there no curtained pane 
to shroud love's speechlessness and loosen my hair, 
for kisses swift as falling rain , 
no soft release of life no evening prayer . 
Nor shall we waking greet the dawn,aware 
that with the darkness we may sleep again.

In the fields