  Between two twilights folded in,— Kiss’d by the day’s sweet breath, Frail as the flowers of fairest bloom, We pass from birth to death. Between two twilights,—dawn and dusk,— Two twilights,—dusk and dawn! We shall not know that we have slept,— So soon the night has gone. For dearer far, to God, are we, Than fairest flowers of earth;— Breaks on the soul eternal day,— Death is another birth!
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