<h3> <SPAN name="taps"></SPAN> TAPS </h3>
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The day is ended! Ghostly shadows creep<br/>
Along each dim-lit wall and corridor.<br/>
The bugle sounds as from some faery shore<br/>
Silvered with sadness, somnolent and deep.<br/>
Darkness and bars . . . God! shall we curse or weep?<br/>
Somewhere a pipe is tapped upon the floor;<br/>
A guard slams shut the heavy iron door;<br/>
The day is ended—go to sleep—to sleep.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Three times it blows—weird lullaby of doom—<br/>
And then to dream while fecund Night gives birth<br/>
To other days like this day that is done. .<br/>
But Morning . . . does it live beyond the gloom—<br/>
This deep black pall that hangs above the earth—<br/>
He fears the dark who dares to doubt the sun!<br/></p>
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