The Poem:Shadows are falling,
The suns setting red;
And the creepmouse is calling
Her babies to bed.
Sleep then my sweeting,
Through starshine or rain-
Mornings for meeting
My sweeting
Again.
The sun is setting in the west,
The evening star doth shine,
The birds are silent in their nest.
And i must seek for mine.
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