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WINTER DAWN
Stillness and creeping of colour,
A flushing of gold and of red;
Opening eyes of Aurora,
Roused from a crocus bed.
A flushing of gold and of red;
Opening eyes of Aurora,
Roused from a crocus bed.
Voices of kine from the meadows,
Weary of waning night;
Birds in a husky chorus,
Darkly aware of light.
Weary of waning night;
Birds in a husky chorus,
Darkly aware of light.
Lamps in the valley appearing,
Bright spurts, one after one;
A joyous crackle of faggots,
And the heavy night is gone.
Bright spurts, one after one;
A joyous crackle of faggots,
And the heavy night is gone.
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