The night that bore me to my dead,
Along the dreary way
The meadow-frogs in chorus said,
"We sing the vanished day;
Think not that life is all with you:
Her night hath stars and voices too."
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Reminds me of day-time sleeping and night-time waking. Which means that when day-time sleeps it's night-time and when night-time sleeps it's day time.
That's the perception that I received when reading this piece, though I feel that's not the meaning that Father Tabb intended.
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