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Hi THE NIGHT-SHADE. AE 
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IN| BY BARRY CORNWALL. iz 
Mi 
nah il 
Hi | T reap aside from my starry bloom! 
eh li I am the nurse who feed the tomb nia 
a | (The tomb, my child) 
a With dainties piled, 
Until it grows strong as a tempest wild. es 
Age 
Wi Trample not on a virgin flower! Inher 
AN I am the maid of the midnight hour ; And t 
| I bear sweet sleep 
WAL To those who weep, Ay 
Nall And lie on their eyelids dark and deep. On: 
mY WI Ely: 
HH) Tread not thou on my snaky eyes! Never 
I am the worm that the weary prize, 
The Nile’s soft asp, Wh 
That they strive to grasp, Son 
And one that a queen has loved to clasp! Ihe 
Allth 
Pity me! I am she whom man 

Hath hated since ever the world began; ap 
{ soothe his brain, uy 
In the night of pain, Por 
Rut at morning he waketh—and all is vain 
