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    <title>Greacen030</title>
    <updated>Wednesday, July 20, 2016 - 19:17</updated>
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    <collections>Unpublished Poems</collections>
    <contributor>Greacen Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>19 Jan</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Greacen030</identifier>
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    <keywords>Night now</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿Night Now

Night now; all London’ s varnished over with the dark;
Dark now, dark as the buried and unseeing root,
And as the cowering earth-worm dark ...
The green leaves shudder in the everning, chilled
Hostages in a giant city, skeletal and bare
Of love. 0 exiled one in this leprous time
Walking the damply grey and heedless streets
With not an echo in the wide and thoughtless world
Now render up your strange, innocent, cleansing light!
Nor else can cure nor wake the shuttered eye;
So prisoned in the bewitched dark
See now all summer glide away in a deep trance;
Goodbye the loveliness, goodbye the ache
For other summers lost long centuries ago.
Then let us choose another time to dance.
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