Poems (Browning)/The Night Cloud

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The Night Cloud
And as a moonbeam steals away,
 An iridescent phantom ray,
So life is but a candle's flame,
 A little glimmer, then is gone;
Bright though the candle glowed before,
 A smile, a tear, and then no more.
We tremble, for our faith is weak;
 O why must life these changes seek?
We turn in wonder, gazing still,
 For yonder on the moonlit hill
The beam is gone, but at its ledge
 A cloud shines with a silver edge.

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