Woken,
Perhaps out of a dream,
I found my room
Sunk in pitch-darkness;
My glances
Ran away from the window in terror.
My heart had asked my eyes
To fetch me a pitcher of light
From the spring of dawn,
But it was still night,
And the demon of darkness
Had not left the road.
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