Morning's Nigh by Laura Petrie


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Far are the fireflies,
And nature's ancient lullabies.
Twilight's eternal slumber,
The optic's gift I do encumber.
I slowly hang my head,
although the morrow's dawn I dread -
This winter night's entice,
The dreamer's scent of paradise.