Good-Night
-Robert Louis Stevenson
1              When
the bright lamp is carried in,
2              The
sunless hours again begin;
3              O’er
all without, in field and lane,
4              The
haunted night returns again.
5              Now
we behold the embers flee
6              About
the firelit hearth; and see
7              Our
faces painted as we pass,
8              Like
pictures, on the window-glass.
 
 
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