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But should I always suffer for their false , inhuman pride ? O day and night ! O day and night ! I left them flying , I fled by day and night as flies the nomad breeze , Across the silent land when light to dark was dying , And onward like a spirit lost across the seas ; And on from sea and shore thro ' apple-orchards blooming , Till all things melted in a moving haze ; And on with rush and ring by tower and townlet glooming , By wood , and field , and hill , by verdant ways , While dawn to mid-day drew , and noon was lost in sunset blaze . O day and night ! O day and night ! light once more waxing , Still on with courage high , tho ' strength was well-nigh spent ; Grim spectres of pursuit the wearied brain perplexing , Fear-fraught , but ever met with spirit dedolent .