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Days and Nights

Word count: 1488

Song Cycle by Lori Laitman (b. 1955)

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1. Along with me


Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand
Who saith "A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!"

[ ... ]

2. They might not need me


They might not need [me -- yet]1 they might --
I'll let my [Heart]2 be just in sight --
A smile so small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity --


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1 Laitman: "me; but"
2 Laitman: "head"

3. The night has a thousand eyes


The night has a thousand eyes,
 And the day but one;
Yet the light of [the]1 bright world dies
 [With the dying sun]2.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
 And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
 When love is done.


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1 in another version: "a"
2 in another version: "When day is done"

4. Over the fence


Over the fence --
Strawberries -- grow --
Over the fence --
I could climb -- if I tried, I know --
Berries are nice!

But -- if I stained my Apron --
God would certainly scold!
Oh, dear, -- I guess if He were a Boy --
He'd -- climb -- if He could! 


5. Song


When I am dead, my dearest,
  Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
  Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
  With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
  And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
  I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
  Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
  That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
  And haply may forget.


6. Wild nights


Wild nights! -- Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile -- the [Wind]1 --
To a heart in port, --
Done with the Compass, --
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden --
Ah! the Sea!
Might I but moor -- Tonight --
In thee!


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1 note: sometimes "Winds". Hoiby, Leisner, Rusche, A. Thomas: "Winds"

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