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18524	Swinburne, Algernon Charles	A Dark Month From Swinburne's Collected Poetical Works Vol. V			.txt	text/plain	5397	558	100	Till a child's face lighten again Till a child's voice fall as the dew Till the hearts in us hear and rejoice, Hope like a bird in my heart, If a soul for but seven days were cast out of heaven and its mirth, Till the light on my lonely way lighten that only now gleams, As a poor man hungering stands with insatiate eyes and hands Seen of eyes yet bright from heaven--for the lips that laughed Loose waifs of a child's light love. Friends' hearts in his hands; Weary days of waiting till the month's hand strike Hope that grows to vision of my heart's delight. Bring that day more near our eyes Child's love may be worth. Come back to us, child, if you love us, Wind, high-souled, full-hearted Wind, sweet-souled, great-hearted And the stars all night exult with us, hearing of joy that shall	./cache/18524.txt	./txt/18524.txt