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SUNBREAK.
Ah, what hast thou given me, what hast thou done?
Thou'st wrought the sweet task of the life-giving sun.
Thou'st wrought the sweet task of the life-giving sun.
Before thine outbreaking, how long had I lain
All coweringly closed from the sleet and the rain.
All coweringly closed from the sleet and the rain.
But thou, with thy sun-breath, art come, and I lie
Wide petall'd and warm to the full glowing sky!
Wide petall'd and warm to the full glowing sky!
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