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Canter
A walk upon a midnight hour,
Through city streets with dappled towers
May well bring sights and sounds empowered
By the glow of silvery moon.
The expansive roar of passing truck,
Or muffled curse of one out of luck,
May cause a side step or one to duck,
Placed to forget so soon.
As cherub’s light illumes the night,
To push the shadows from the sight,
And evokes new hope to come alight,
Where found a suiting room.
Where time, unmeasured by the eye,
Does seem to leap across the sky,
To gracious ear it is inclined,
And by dawn it finds the groom.
With the sorrow of a fond farewell,
The joy it does not need to tell,
The day is entered bright with thee,
And whistles low yet tunefully.
