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[Now that the dawn is up, is up]
Now that the dawn is up, is up,And your vine drips dewy with cup on cup,
Lean out, lean out, rare Marguerite,
Lean out of your window over the street,
Where Love stands waiting, sweet, for you,
Like a rose 'mid roses wet with dew.
| Nature-notes and impressions in prose and verse | |