THE hop-shop is shut up: the night doth wear.
Here, early, Collinson this evening fell
-Into the gulfs of sleepâ?; and Deverell
Has turned upon the pivot of his chair
The whole of this night long; and Hancock there
Has laboured to repeat, in accents screechy,
-Guardami ben, ben son, ben son Beatriceâ?;
And Bernhard Smith still beamed, serene and square.
By eight, the coffee was all drunk. At nine
We gave the cat some milk. Our talk did shelve,
Ere ten, to gasps and stupor. Helpless grief
Made, towards eleven, my inmost spirit pine,
Knowing North's hour. And Hancock, hard on twelve,
Showed an engraving of his bas--relief.
St. Wagner-s Eve
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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