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William Wilfred Campbell, comp.  The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse.  1913.
By Charles Heavysege (1816–1876)
’TIS solemn darkness; the sublime of shade;
  Night by no stars nor rising moon relieved;
The awful blank of nothingness arrayed,
  O’er which my eyeballs roll in vain, deceived.
Upward, around, and downward I explore,        5
  E’en to the frontiers of the ebon air,
But cannot, though I strive, discover more
  Than what seems one huge cavern of despair.
O Night, art thou so grim, when black and bare
  Of moonbeams, and no cloudlets to adorn?        10
Like a nude Ethiop ’twixt two houris fair
  Thou standest between the evening and the morn.
I took thee for an angel, but have wooed
A cacodaemon in mine ignorant mood.

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