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AN AMULET by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON

First Line: AT NOON, THE CRUEL BLOW FELL ON HIS HEART
Last Line: AN AMULET OF ARDOR AND OF DEW.
Subject(s): DEATH; HEARTS; MEMORY; NIGHT; TEARS; DEAD, THE; BEDTIME;
AT noon, the cruel blow fell on his heart.
By night the sleepless tear would sudden start
And make a hell of memory; he said:
"When the day glimmers they will find me dead."
But, lo, a miracle! The sun uprose,
And gave him strength to meet whatever foes;
The morning magic swift around him drew
An amulet of ardor and of dew.



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