Poem by Francis William Bourdillon

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  The night has a thousand eyes,
      And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
      With the dying sun.

  The mind has a thousand eyes,
      And the heart but one:
Yet the light of a whole life dies
      When love is done.

1. Sonnet (Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion)
2. On the South Downs
3. Christmas Roses
4. A Spring Evening
5. The Regions of Love

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