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WHEN PUNCTUAL DAWN
When punctual dawn came o'er the hill,
In orange veiled and tender blue,
Wan in the dark field gleamed the rill,
The dusky hedge was gemmed with dew.
In orange veiled and tender blue,
Wan in the dark field gleamed the rill,
The dusky hedge was gemmed with dew.
And patient sheep from folded feet
Rose one by one, alert for food,
And one by one, so small and sweet,
The flattened grass-stems stirred and stood.
Rose one by one, alert for food,
And one by one, so small and sweet,
The flattened grass-stems stirred and stood.
And I too rose, and stepping down
Drank deep the invigorating air,
And scanned the little sleeping town,
And thanked my God that I was there.
Drank deep the invigorating air,
And scanned the little sleeping town,
And thanked my God that I was there.
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