Dun
and saffron, robed and splendid
Broke the solemn, pitying Day,
And
I knew my pains were ended,
And I turned and tried to pray;
But
my speech was shattered wholly,
And I wept as children weep,
Till
the dawn-wind, softly, slowly,
Brought to burning eyelids sleep.
Rudyard Kipling
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