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I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge,
And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp.
High in his hand he held a blazing lamp,
Then dropped it, and plunged headlong down the ledge.


With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray,
I saw the dim skies suddenly flash bright.
'Twas but the expiring glory of the light
Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.