I Closed My Shutters Fast Last Night

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I Closed My Shutters Fast Last Night

I closed my shutters fast last night,

Reluctantly and slow,

So pleading was the purple sky

With all the lights hung low;

I left my lagging heart outside

Within the dark alone,

I heard it singing through the gloom

A wordless, anguished tone.

Upon my sleepless couch I lay

Until the tranquil morn

Came through the silver silences

To bring my heart forlorn,

Restoring it with calm caress

Unto its sheltered bower,

While whispering: “Await, await

Your golden, perfect hour.”