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SWAY LIGHT
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The candle whispers in the moonlight
of the wondrous days gone away,
when the candid canon's mighty fight
faltered naught on any night or day.
The tiny flame sputtered in spite
of the creeping, climbing ray
that lights the faulting might
when the crescent-face stops to play.
The crooked day of my dusky night
hums a quieted room for play
where no one has ever fared delight
below the flicker's wilted bouquet.
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