Daylight walked across her land,
With budded blossom in her hand.
The shadow of Night loomed over the hill
With darkness thick and silence shrill.
She long knew to run is naught;
The body of Night cannot be caught;
A countenance so strong and fierce,
With moonlit eyes that heartward pierce,
He stalked the dark with solemn truth,
And lands so stark and oft uncouth.
So atop the broken eastern tower,
Daylight placed another flower.
Later on, when she was far away,
And Night came up dressed all in gray,
He strode into the somber place,
With his cape of starlight lace.
His shadows found the tower's doom
And all the moonflowers went into bloom.
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