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WAKING.
Soft as the touch of twilight that restores
The hard-bound earth from summer sweat and strain,
This dream of morning soothed my fevered soul,
And gave me to my gentleness again.
The hard-bound earth from summer sweat and strain,
This dream of morning soothed my fevered soul,
And gave me to my gentleness again.
So, bathed in pearly sweets, I oped mine eyes,
And saw the beauty that the morning paints,
And saw the shadows strengthen in the sun
With the calm willingness of dying saints.
And saw the beauty that the morning paints,
And saw the shadows strengthen in the sun
With the calm willingness of dying saints.
Oh! had I then to passion died, such peace
Had filled my parting as transfigures Death;
But thou didst turn me backward with a word,
And Love celestial fled Love's human breath.
Had filled my parting as transfigures Death;
But thou didst turn me backward with a word,
And Love celestial fled Love's human breath.
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