Voice in the Night

Voice in the night — crying —
Down in the old sleeping Spanish city,
Darkened under her white stars;
What says the voice — its clear lingering anguish?
Just the watchman telling his dateless tale of safety?
Just a roadman flinging to the moon his song?
No! 'Tis one deprived — a lover's prayer for pity,
Just his cry: " How long! "
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