As the moon sets, the stars return
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    As I avoid the day, and love the night,
    I understand the quality of dark;
    in memory, your face in changing light.

    As wrong is but a quality of right,
    as song in quiet rooms explains the lark,
    so I avoid the day, and love the night.

    The nest abandoned after the first flight,
    the brief illumination of a spark;
    in memory, your face in changing light.

    As contrast is the dividend of sight,
    so each unknowing shadow leaves its mark,
    and I avoid the day, and love the night.

    As depth and width are nothing without height,
    shadows can be soft, or can be stark;
    in memory, your face in changing light.

    The bird may not return, or yet it might;
    as days fly into days without remark.
    But I avoid the day, and love the night;
    in memory, your face in changing light.


    mcn